Despite all the glory my God And all the giving I miss her.
My thoughts are but human. 'Twas you who gave me the power to love The power to feel and to care To need as well as being needed To laugh and to cry To feel sorrow and to know joy To grieve and to rejoice.
Therefore do not forsake me now When my love has turned to grief My joy to sorrow The life of my child so brief That I am now in need, rather than needed.