There is a place called memory,
Where we sometimes like to roam.
Through hills of love and laughter
A place we know as home.
A place that's free from all this pain
Where our hearts are light once more.
A place that lives forever,
Where life is, as it was before.
Our children live in memory.
They laugh and dance and sing.
Their lives are filled with a magic
That only Heaven can bring.
They feel no hurt or anger.
Their spirits are free as air.
And God's love will always protect them
In times when we aren't there.
Cherish this place called memory.
Feel the love that lives there.
Remember the joys, the warmth of the
And the bond you will always share.
Smile at happy moments,
Laugh at times gone by.
Let the tears you cry be happy ones,
Know love will never die.
Have no fear of visiting,
the joy will outweigh the pain.
Learn to treasure memory
for there is much that you will gain.
And though life is not as it was before,
And never will be again.
Our memories are much richer,
Than if love had never been.