The wind continues to blow
The sun still rises up the sky
And while the world has moved on so
I still choose not to say goodbye.
I am still dying to hold your hand
To hear your voice speak my name
You just being there to understand
‘Cause home without you is not the same.
“It is what it is,” that’s what you said
When we should go is not in our hands
So I wipe my tears and smile instead
And pray to the One who is in command.
To thank Him for the mother that you ARE
Of raising strong women just like you
We know you are happy even from afar
Know that we will always love you (too).