I look down on your grave,
You had a struggle but you were brave,
We had our laughs and our smiles,
But now your gone no more smiles,
I can still feel your touch
Oh god i miss you
I hope you are looking down on me
Having faith, and keeping me safe.
Were sorry your gone,
Yet happy for what you have done
I’ll leave this poem on your grave,
My dear friend, always be brave.
With Hugs and Kisses
| sox |
| 25, May 2005 |
| daniel bates |