The pearls of morning dew For you my friend they weep The one that kept us close is gone Forever not to speak We’ll hear you in the drops of rain Those stories from your soul remain The clouds move on yet you’re still near We do not fear or chance to be Without your face in our memory Without your wit that soothed and calmed Without your joy that faithful charm Today we’re still with grief and disbelief We have no other words We’ll mark this day forevermore Until they dig our graves. — WOLRAD
