As I held him close, I began to
cry
Wondering and hoping our friend
would never die
I could see the whites of his eyes,
as he held me tight
The wind whisked through his hair,
as we saw the light
He cried no more as we fell to the
ground
His one single tear, would never
be found
Cry not my friend God will take
you home
The Angels in Heaven will not be
alone
You're safe and well as a child
to his mother
You will always be remembered as
OUR FALLEN BROTHER
(Author Unknown) |
