Thorpey

Sometimes they go to sleep
Sometimes we only weep
Wonders come and wonders go
Where you’ve gone we want to know…

Heaven stopped a swinging ball
Heaven ran and caught it all
Nobody sees the inner fight
Nobody sees but try they might…

In he comes, in his clear sight
Doing the thing that made him right
Pulled away with grace in white
You were a hero, to us, goodnight…