At the
death of a loved one,
my
emotions run deep.
As I long
for one more moment,
with the
one that I weep.
Perhaps,
I'm just selfish,
for I cry
not just for my friend.
But I weep
for the friendship,
that has
come to an end.
I remember
the good times,
and all
the moments we had.
For few
were the times,
we ever
called bad.
As long as
I live,
I'll miss
my friends that are gone.
But I
rejoice in my heart,
for
they've gone home.
Now their
days may be over,
for the
end of this race.
But
they've begun again,
in a far
better place.
It may be
years,
but I'll
see them again.
Where The
Son always shines,
and life
never ends.
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