Underneath the braided sky You were there to hold me When I cried.
These sketches of heaven Light our eyes with grace.
That night, where water carried reflections Of October skies.
Although my words failed, You knew what I was trying to say. And though my hands weak by sorrow, Still would never let go of this memory. Where the trees bowed from the wind, You whispered I promise, I promise you. You held my hands tight. Comfort remains.