• I will not stand on her grave and weep.She is not there.
    She does not sleep
    She is a thousand winds that blow.
    She is the soft falling snow.
    She is the gentle showers of rain
    She is the fields of ripening grain.
    She is the morning hush.
    She is the graceful rush.
    Of beautiful birds of circleing flight.
    She is the starshine of the night.
    She is in the flowers that bloom.
    She is in a quiet room.
    She is in the birds that sing.
    She is iin every lovely thing.
    I won't sit at her grave and cry.
    Becuase she is not there,she never died.
    R.I.P AMBER.FOREVER YOU WILL BE IN YOUR FRIENDS HEARTS.WE MISS YOU ALOT AMB.YOU WILL BE LOVED FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! crying WE MISS YOU. crying crying crying crying crying crying crying