In Honor of Karen Black of AGHS
Like a grain of dust we get swept away,
Hope to see you in heaven some day,
Wings of love so happy and bright,
Staring up in the summers night,
Our memories golden and hearts filled with Love,
Remembering you with each passing dove,
A new day comes we rejoice with gladness,
One gone by always with sadness,
John David Wyatt of AGHS