William Elliott Whitmore

Well sing with me a hymn For the light that has dimmed For the heart that no longer beats And even until death when nothing else is left and the pain has finally ceased And the sun will never shine on this cold dead heart of mine Sing with me a hymn

My little sparrow there is hope for you. Your life has just begun. And I could not do what I wanted to. And I fear my time is almost done. But through your actions truth will carry on. Go forth with joy in your heart. And even though I will be gone.