Sunday, December 16, 2018


We say nice things about the dead
We lower our eyes in sorrow
Rosy cheeks warm with salty tears
For the taking of tomorrow
A pulpit where we preach our word
To proclaim aloud forever love
With heavy heart and shallow breath
Asking for guidance from above
Reminisce, our stories we told
Memories we shared in good faith
Every bit of good in your soul
For he has taken you in haste
Is there a reason that we wait
Until death does take you away
For our love to come shining out
To say the words i meant to say

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