I know now not to cry Angel with broken wings Without a voice I can still sing Praise and worship to the King Footprints in the sand And on concrete I find rest in your presence Lord In your arms I find peace What a time we had What a time we all did Even now in the end I still call you my friend Special can't even compare To the message I can't express As you journey in Him just rest my Frain (Friend) As you journey just rest
'Frain' a play on the word 'friend.' This poem is dedicated to Aya. I love you Frain!