When I think of you I cannot be sad
I think of the crack of dawn
I think of birds flying in pairs
And every lost soul finding a home.

When I think of you I cannot be sad
I think of enormous skies
I think butterflies flitting in the garden
And every lost soul breathing a sigh.

When I think of you I cannot be sad
I think of misted mountains tinged in grey
I hear the call of crickets singing
And every lost soul returning to pray

When I think of you I cannot be sad
I hear your voice speak awhile
The stories you oft regaled us with
And every lost soul softly smiles. 

When I think of you I cannot be sad
I see you among people you loved
I see you pain-free and at peace
And this lost soul is secretly glad.