Drew Starr

May 30, 1958 — May 11, 2006

I often lie awake at night when the world is fast asleep.

I take a walk down memory lane with tears upon my cheeks.

I never wished for miracles, but today just one would do,

To leave my door wide open and see you walking through,

May the winds of love blow softly and whisper so you'll hear

I will always love and miss you and wish that you were here.

You are forever on my mind and always in my heart.