R.I.P
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
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