I miss you every minute of every hour of every day The human soul is like a ship Sailing proudly on Life's seas, With sails hoisted in magnificence She sails upon the buoyant breeze. Then, as she fast approaches The horizon far away, She slips gently from our sight Towards another day. Although we cannot see her Nor no longer gaze in awe, She still sails proudly onward To a far and distant shore. Those waiting on that distant shore For our loved ones who have passed, With open arms will welcome them And embrace them at long last.