Wednesday, January 13, 2016



A birth and a death

and the loneliness is all that's left

with the pain and the tears

still lingers after 25 years

to some he's faded to just a name

for me I remember him all the same

the time that's gone hasn't eased the pain

a sadness I still see in his fathers eyes

like the one I seen at his final goodbye

through the years so many days have past

and that day in December will forever last

god called upon one of his favorite sons

gone before his precious life ever begun

as I brushed my hand across the coffin

that was no bigger than a box made of wood

from the hands where Jesus stood

like a fog I couldn't see I felt a final breeze

Julian I'll soon see but for now rest in peace