My voice is cracked from crying Who then will sing your dirge It's hard to speak or say goodbye Or stop my hands from trembling
Tears roll down as we shared the grace I try to sing but start to cry Now I stare at a soulless face Hoping that somehow 'tis all a lie
Dressed in white, your arms by your side The door is closed as you take a ride To an Isle that lies beyond the road A road there is with no return A place that someday even I will follow
While I can't tell you how I feel At least I can write you a song That those who hear ur Epicedium Will cry for then they know An angel had left for home
Trying to write poetry based on willful inspiration. Hopefully it'll go pretty well