As I sit and I think
of good times and bad.
I think to myself how wonderfull a life,
I really have.
For there are so many out there,
in pain and distress.
It breaks my heart, I must confess.
There is one special lady,
that I know not much of.
Except that she has blue eyes,
she's someone that loves
... to dance,
she has hopes and she has dreams.
She's strong with much will.
Always willing to please.
I find myself wondering,
what it would be like
to walk in her shoes,
and fight for my life.
Oh the weakness and hurt.
her strength must be worn.
Her young love and life,
she must feel has been torn.
This young women is Sherry,
she's been through pure hell.
Not giving up ever,
Her hopes to get well.
God only knows how much,
she has suffered.
But his love and his nearness,
will help her recover.
Yes she's an angel from heaven,
blue eyes and blond hair.
The kindest of people,
you could never compare.
So my friend Sherry,
although we never met.
You're one of a kind,
I will never forget.
Written by
© Brenda Randall
