The Soul is but a Passing Tide

I remember that day
held the child close,
not just a hug
a part of me
I remember that day

Funny thing, the sun

up every morning

down at eve

ever try to hug the sun

I did, that day in may

those things held tight

don't let go,

you can ride your bike

no worries child you'll get it soon

there you go, you got it now

first days are much the same

school house strange

yet warm soft rooms

a hint of some strange smell in child

oh Lord don't let those days divide

as said before oft true and tried

the soul is but a passing tide

yet as we mourn that day divide

old sun rises sure as love's soft smile

down it goes in ever more

to find that child

hugged by the sun