Sherie moved like sunlight Through a window in July, Bare feet on the hardwood, Peace signs in her eyes. She’d strum a little morning tune, Let the whole world ease on by— Yeah, Sherie had that mellow way Of making heavy hearts feel light. Oh, Sherie… You were a song the wind still carries, A sweet soul the stars still see. Your melody keeps lingerin’, Soft as summer on the breeze. We lost you from this world below, But love like yours don’t ever go— Oh, Sherie… You’re still singing in our memories. She loved the simple moments, The ones most folks forget— A record spinning slow and low, A sunset’s silhouette. Tie-dye dreams and laughter, A heart with no regrets— Yeah, she lived her life like music, And we ain’t done hearing it yet. Oh, Sherie… You were a song the wind still carries, A sweet soul the stars still see. Your melody keeps lingerin’, Soft as summer on the breeze. We lost you from this world below, But love like yours don’t ever go— Oh, Sherie… You’re still singing in our memories. Sometimes in the quiet, I hear that old guitar— A gentle little whisper Floating down from where you are. And I know you’re out there shining, Free as ever, near or far— Still humming with the universe, Still dancing with the stars. Oh, Sherie… You were a song the wind still carries, A sweet soul the stars still see. Though heaven holds you in its arms, Your love still drifts through the trees. We lost you from this world below, But love like yours don’t ever go— Oh, Sherie… Your song lives on in all of us So easy, wild, and free.
