Once a flower in her hair, oh so fair, oh so fair.
Once a flame-fire burning bright, in the night, yes, in the night.
Once a sultry, summer song, now-a dream, all but gone.
Once a singer, once a song-singing praises all day long.
Once a story, once a ‘look,’ now a few lines in a book.
Now a Poem
Once a flower blooming fair, over there, over there
Once a smile upon her face, lips of red-just a trace
Once a breeze across the way-not today, no-not today
Once a tree grew in the hollow, now it’s gone, fallen, fallen…
Once a dream in my heart, now it’s grown, it’s on its own
Once praise, to my God-now a poem, now-a poem.
Once a sleep at midday, come what may, yes come what may.