The photograph above was taken on Friday, 15 October
1999, barely a month before Emily started showing
symptoms of being sick. We still sense her hand on our
shoulder, standing close beside us, especially when we
are in difficult straits. We eagerly await the day when
the six of us will finally be together again in Paradise.
When daylight grows dim, when birds take to nest,
When fleeting rays sink, 'neath the skies in the west,
Do you think even once, that the sun shines no more,
Passed away, ne'er again, through the heavens to soar?
Don't say to me then, that my little child died,
For she lives, she is real, she cannot be denied!
Though flesh melt away, her soul shall abide,
Eternally, next to me, side by side.
When autumn frosts chill the leaves that were green,
When winter winds whip, baring branches that gleam,
Do you think even once, that the tree lives no more,
Hew it down, chop it up, make a fire to roar?
Don't say to me then, that my little child died,
For she lives, she is real, she cannot be denied!
Though flesh melt away, her soul shall abide,
Eternally, next to me, side by side.
The rain fills the creeks, which rush to the sea,
That bathes in the sun, to set its drops free.
They sail to the sky, and endlessly form,
The clouds that billow and cry in the storm.
Don't say to me then, that my little child died,
For she lives, she is real, she cannot be denied!
Though flesh melt away, her soul shall abide,
Eternally, next to me, side by side.
A star's blazing throes of agony stream,
They course through the heavens as undying beams,
For eons of time, vast reaches of night,
Cannot stem the flow of life from their light.
Don't say to me then, that my little child died,
For she lives, she is real, she cannot be denied!
Though flesh melt away, her soul shall abide,
Eternally, next to me, side by side.
As time marches on and youth fades away,
Your brow is all furrowed, your temples are gray,
Your spirit shall rise, freed of body at last,
To seek out its Maker and in His light bask.
Don't say to me then, I have children but three,
They are four, evermore, and in Heaven you'll see,
The cycle of life shall ever abide,
Eternally, where we'll be, side by side.
You are listening to Butterfly
