I sang my friend to sleep today. The long deep sleep that brings you ever peace… He left a world of him behind and all those who face is his and voice rings of him and his smile and twinkling eye shines through.
I sang my friend to sleep today, with hymns of saddened joy and lofty echoes of “He is not here, but is in a better place.” I held his hand and then he left. We said good bye, but I had to take his heart’s word for it… he could not speak.
I sang my friend to sleep today and sent him on his way. We sent word ahead to open up the gate. To warm up the choir and get the saints and martyrs there. We can only sing him so far…
I sang a friend to sleep today… he is now at home. And I miss him here; me and my pain. The selfish cries of those he left behind. We all want to join him — but not just yet.
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