In the season of hope, it was to be,
a friendship to form,
lost at sea.

I remember the day when we would speak,
such hostility between you and me.
I ask for comfort,
though you rest in peace.
Another chance to say sorry,
or inspire you to be.

I know not what I seek,
the world is lonely, so bleek.

In my dreams I search for truth;
may my soul be worthy to plead.