In Loving Memory of Louise Nemersen  
                                10/18/56-9/18/08
                                
                                
                                
                                 
                                
                                SHE
                                WAS LIKE A LIGHT IN THE DARK                          
                                
                                
                                
                                WHEN
                                YOU’RE WAKIN’ HALF BLIND WITH A HEAVY HEART
                                
                                
                                SHE
                                COULD BE A FRIEND, HELP YOU ‘ROUND THAT 
                                
                                BEND
                                
                                
                                
                                
                                
                                   
                                
                                
                                
                                SHE’D
                                TALK LIKE A SAGE, SMILE LIKE A CHILD
                                
                                
                                SOME
                                DAYS YOU’D SWEAR YOU COULD SEE GOD SMILE
                                
                                
                                 IN
                                THOSE SHINING EYES, DRY EVERY LAST TEAR YOU
                                CRIED
                                
                                
                                
                                
                                CHORUS:
                                
                                
                                
                                
                                OH
                                SHE WAS JUST LIKE THAT, SHE WAS JUST LIKE THAT
                                
                                
                                SHE WAS ONE OF THOSE WHO
                                GAVE WITHOUT EXPECTING SOMETHING BACK
                                
                                
                                OH
                                SHE WAS JUST LIKE, SHE WAS JUST LIKE THAT
                                
                                
                                SHE
                                ALWAYS HAD A PLACE FOR A HEART TO HANG IT’S
                                HAT
                                
                                
                                
                                
                                WELL I WAS LIKE A STONE
                                THAT’D ROLLED 
                                
                                
                                TOO MANY TIMES ON THE SAME 
                                
                                OLD
                                ROAD
                                
                                
                                
                                
                                GATHERIN’
                                DUST, NO ONE I COULD TRUST
                                
                                
                                
                                 
                                
                                SHE TOOK ME UNDER THOSE
                                ANGEL’S WINGS
                                
                                
                                SAID YOU OUGHTA WRITE,
                                YOU OUGHTA SING 
                                
                                
                                AND
                                STOP WASTING TIME WITH THINGS THAT NEVER RHYME
                                
                                
                                
                                 
                                
                                OH THE STORMY SEAS I’D
                                RIDE, SHE WAS LIKE AN ANCHOR 
                                
                                
                                IN THOSE SHIFTING TIDES 
                                
                                
                                
                                
                                 
                                
                                SO I SANG FOR HER THEN
                                AND I SING FOR HER NOW 
                                
                                
                                SHE’S GONE BUT I KNOW
                                SHE LIVES SOMEHOW
                                
                                
                                IN
                                THE WAY SHE CARED, IN THE LOVE SHE SHARED
                                
                                
                                
                                 
                                
                                LIFE
                                BRINGS US THOSE THAT LEND A HAND 
                                
                                
                                GIVE
                                US HOPE, HELP US STAND
                                
                                
                                BRING
                                US HOME AT LAST . . . . AND SHE WAS JUST LIKE
                                THAT