When I'm no longer here To dry your tears To ease your fears No one listens I am the snow that glistens I am the breeze that gently blows That no one knows I am the silent brook you see You can still talk to me I am the bird that sings So go ahead, spread your wings When I am gone And you feel all alone I'm still here To dry your tears, to calm your fears Look around and see You still can talk to me ©2003 Caroline A. Ward