In memory of Diane Lee Cornelious

Hers was that of an Angel's voice

That so soft and sweet was her song

Kind in nature was by her choice

Her loving heart so innate and strong

True of pitch and so blissful was she

To caress an ear in complete rapture

Was but only to sing out with pure glee

Then to caress a fallen heart in capture

Hers is that of an Angel's sweet song

We will listen, though, now so far apart

Her voice through God, now yet so strong

Will forever sing so gently in our heart