tick to the tock
arms move in the clock
sheets of month
been removed from calendar

angel descends to heaven
people still remembers him
still sparkles in the sky
beautifully as it always seem

voice that still echoes in my mind
songs written still plays in my heart
life that became a novel we read
without doubt, he is still here

with all the unfinished page
they fill it up as they think of him
doubts visits from time to time
but as long as they believe, they can

pitched dark roads
lost motivation
a light shines upon them
they remember him, once again