|For are all beloved|
As a river of love, you run through my heart
As a stream of sun, you light a candle in my soul
Can you here my cry in the night,
see the sadness in my eyes?
Are you looking at us now,
from a distant cloud?
Have you spread your angel-wings out
and flying right above?
I hope you're alright, whereever you are.
The world has lost its brightest star,
an angel on Earth, a tear on every cheek...
|Stephanie Christiansen - Copenhagen,
November 4, 2001