Don’t look in Flanders fields, nor Normandy beaches or afghan dust for I am not there.
Don’t look for me at my grave or the monument where my name is carved for I am not there.
Look for me in your heart; look for me in our Childs smile. Look for me in the hope I tried to bring you.
My heart is yours, my soul too and all my love I gave to you. When you look for me don’t look far away for I am with you each and every day.