A news article caught my eye today and reminded me of the tragedy at the University of Utah in August 1999, when my good friend Scott's little sister, Amy Quinton, was brutally murdered in her home. She was a student at the university and her murder shocked the community and devastated her family. I had only met Amy once and she was a sweet young lady who had the whole world in front of her. Scott asked me if I would write a poem to be used in the funeral program print-outs. I was honored to do so and this is the poem I wrote. To this day, Amy's murder is still a cold case waiting to be solved. 

 

Amy’s Song

 

There has come a time, there’s no explanation,

I find nothing to say, my language is broken.

A loss of words, A flow of emotions,

That is often felt, but never spoken.

 

To give an example, just think of me

And ask yourself - what I think of you.

 There’s no spoken answer, it leads us to wonder,

How something untold could be true.

 

But then deep inside with a swell and a tingle,

I know that our love is beyond words.

 Such beautiful lyrics of the family I love,

Is like singing the song of the birds.

 

That wonderful sound that’s heard from the trees,

To some is just talk that birds know.

 But I believe it’s love being sung from above,

If we listen, the way it will show.

 

And knowing that song is like knowing my love,

It is sent from Heaven above.

And nothing is greater, than the feeling you’ll get

When you learn that God’s song sings my love.