In the silence of death Where a cry was not heard A voice of a child arose As if from a far far land The voice grew deeper Sinking into me with all its volume When this voice found me it Began to become real
Full of joy Laughing bells
Happy as anything I’ve heard Life, beyond all death
When the voice was gone I with a pen in my hand And a page on my lap Knew that the laughter I heard Will never fade again.