Violets

Violet flower, sweet sight and sweet smelling perfurme
Turning memories as I sleep and dream about you
Conversations with an angel guide my soul through life's dark ages
Until  we meet again

Walking through fields of violets
Looking at the quilted sunset
Everybody must have someone checking back in on them

Even though the past has left us
Everything you were still lingers
Walking through fields of violets, talking to a flower again

Christmas comes as years go by without stop
All your family gathers on the mountaintop
We tell stories, hopes and fears, and family photos count the years
As everybody smiles

Walking through fields of violets
Looking at the quilted sunset
Everybody must have someone checking back in on them

Even though the past has left us
Everything you were still lingers
Walking through fields of violets, talking to a flower again