Why Ana?

I walk for miles,

down country roads,

crying why God ... why,

should Ana dear and loved by us,

be the one to die?

I walk for miles,

in summer's heat,

my head in disbelief,

before my God on bended knee,

that true it might not be.

A furled flag,

my hopes and prayers,

hung half mast on windless airs,

that heart's break repairs,

an endless stream of tears.

I wipe the tears,

now from my eyes,

in hopes that God be true,

and in the sweet bye and bye,

Ana I will see you!