We witnessed the inevitable
believe it, we did not
it wasn't even charitable
something we could not stop.

The fade of night to morn
departing with a sigh
a fateful early dawn
his soul drifted to the sky.

Weeping we asked why
good men have to die
so much left to do
all we could do was cry

Vows we undertake
to keep his spirit near
we will not forsake
our thoughts were very clear

Deep in each of us
his kindness always stays
he never made a fuss
his love was true always

Trying to be charitable
believing, we did not
but it was inevitable
his death we could not stop.