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An
angel’s face smiles at me,
Under
a headline of tragedy.
That
smile once gave me warmth,
But
it now bids me Farewell.
No
words to say as I stand
Beside
the cross on your grave
And
by those forever burning candles meant
To
remind me of the shortness of your time.
Flowers
and Tears I laid for you.
Tears
of love and tears of fear now
Bury
my dreams, dig up my sorrows.
Oh
Lord, why do angels fall first?
Not
relieved by thoughts of Shangri-La
Nor
enlightened by the lessons of life.
I'll
never understand the meaning of your flight
Ignorance
lead you into the night.
Yesterday
we hugged and said hello.
My
friend, my brother.
Tonight
a moonbeam lights my path
My
guardian, my brother.
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held
that night. I’ve asked God to
send you back because we still need you here; because I still need
you; because your two boys still need you; but He hasn’t. I
dreamed about you the other
night. You were in my kitchen and I started to cry. You mocked my
crying face in the silly way that I imagined you would when we
were kids. Then I asked you if you missed anyone. You didn’t
utter a word, but you shook your head “no.” So I asked again,
“no one?” You smiled and again shook your head “no.”
Those left behind, can’t say the
same. We miss you! We miss you terribly and the tears won’t stop
flowing. Our hearts ache as we
remain in the presence of your absence until we meet again in the
clouds. I want
you
back my little brother!
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