Poem - Proud

Created by Russell 12 years ago
I’m sure he’s watching over me I’m sure that he can see The pain his death is causing How hard that grief can be I want him to be proud of me As I was proud of him To keep his memory burning bright And give me strength within He would not want me to suffer To live my life this way I have to make him proud of me We will meet again one day I’ll struggle on, I’ll do my bit Help others in his name I know that he would want me to I know he’d do the same I’ll live my life in knowing That when we meet again He’ll tell me that he’s proud of me My efforts were not in vain And when we’re reunited Together side by side We’ll make each other happy Just like before he died