Mood:  blue

How do we count the lives she touched, the light she shed for years?

How do we see the difference she made when we're looking through the tears?

How do we know the things that are that never would have been

Without her valiant heart that dared to fight and fight again?

How do we know what flowers will bloom from the seeds of yesterday?

What songs are sung and dreams begun because she passed this way?

How do we measure the shining place that time can never pale

In all the hearts that cheered her on and willed her to prevail?

Although her spirit soared from all the love in our hearts

She lived with one hand clutching her dream and the other on the stars.

We may not know what she left behind on the shortened path she trod

But we know this much...  her life's brief touch

Was from the hand of God.