That I remember the most.
They tumbled down from grace,
Fading away like ghost.
Haunts me till the bell tolls.
How could I know your pain,
Would feed my empty soul,
Quench dying thirst with rain,
Upon I might find change,
And love of life regain.
How precious your tears are,
Worthy more than pearls by far,
For they have bought and paid,
My life, my lot in trade...
By Elzie McEntire 1999
