There is no certainty in grief
There was so much upon which to depend
Now we must learn to live without
And hope part of us rose with our friend

I finally found a pulpit in my heart
My passion for life rings its own bell
I once baptized myself in your water
Now my cup draws from my own well

I wonder about my time
And how it is spent
So much is unseen but felt
How can I know from whom it was sent?

But where does our laughter go
And our times of sadness
Does it scorch our souls
Or vanish into forgetfulness?

It is of no matter
For what is the worth
In the things we measure
If we cannot take them from earth?

I finally became a dreamer
When I learned to see through my own eyes
But you have become restless
With my constant goodbyes

To where I must go
To places only I can see
It holds strong to my life
Because I mistakenly set yours free

As the night covers my mind
I will listen to each song again
While the silent air whispers
Stories of a long lost friend