Tears well up inside me
\nTo know that he’s gone
\nBut memories I hold dear
\nAnd he does live on
\nEach time there’s a rainbow
\nThe thoughts of him clear
\nDo fill up my thoughts so
\nAs if he were here
\nYes every rainbow
\nI see makes it clear
\nInside are his memories
\nThat I’ll always, hold dear<\/p>\n
By ronald gainsford<\/p>\n
\u00a9 2001 Ronald Gainsford<\/p>\n
BY RGAI<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Tears well up inside me To know that he’s gone But memories I hold dear And he does live on Each time there’s a rainbow The thoughts of him clear…<\/p>\n