For Betty
Long were the days when I thought
I would not need a hand to hold
I tried and I tried to grow up
But then getting old comes too soon
Seasons grow cold, children get older
And lives can drift and fly away
Days passed by and years did fly
And your memory would fade away
You couldn’t remember my name
But you never forgot to love me
The sound of your laugh stills rings through the halls
And your smile never went away
But now time steals more than gives
And we can still take what’s left
and find something Beautiful through all the dark
You can be gone,
but you're not forgotten
because you will live in our smiles
and tears forever
In every picture and story, every fragment, every piece
you'll always stay beautiful
to me
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