All is gone
only pain is left
a friend died today
I could not cry

The memory was
a humble thought
of days gone by

The voice cold
it was gone
to a place that
people can cry

The life led
was full
still death came
to soon

Not a dry eye
in house
but mine
the father's words
did ring
of help full hands

Not a person could
recall a time
this man did not come
to fix mistakes
build or repair

Still I could
not cry
the pain that
raged inside of him
just had to die

Take what's left
of this memory
age it over time

Then Dear Lord
set me free
allow me to cry