In memory of one we loved so dear, our darling son, Sgt. Gleason C. Helton, killed in Vietnam on March 30, 1970. Three long, lonely years have come and gone Since God called you home, Your life was like a ray of light That shines out through the darkest night,It seemed you never had aworry or a careBut you always had a word ofcheer,They say that time heals a broken heartBut for a heart that has beencrushedTime doesn’t help much,If our heart could mend Some sweet memory would flare upOr some sweet dream of you Then it is crushed again, Gleason, there’s not a day passes byThat we don’t think of you andcry,Our eyes can never be dry Until that day God wipes all tears from our eyes.Until then you are sadly missedby,Daddy and Mother