Gone Home

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.