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.
