Dear Myra, illness confined you like a caged bird Who perched upon the grave of dreams That trilling voice made no sound Your wings were clipped, feet embedded in the ground No gliding gently on the currents, upwards to the clouds No flights of fancy weaving amongst the sighing trees Dear Friend, with your passing confinement ends With wings outstretched you can fly, to catch the breeze Floating whither where you please To shine upon the sun, lighting up heaven above In your own special way Earthly anxieties have flown away Released the free bird sings a song of freedom Dear Myra, dip your wings to the sun's bright rays Fly free to your place of rest To live on in our memories Thank God for you