A VALLEY WALKER

 

When my time on earth is through

And I lay beneath the clover,

I hope that they can say of me…

She was a valley walker.

When tears I shed, she held my hand

And offered me her shoulder;

She stayed by me while others ran…

She was a valley walker.

When I hurt, then she hurt, too,

And raised me up in prayer;

Through my darkness stayed by me…

She was a valley walker.

When time has come to carve my stone

And words placed on my marker…

Here lies a one with empathy…

She was a valley walker.