When I set sail for times of old
I see a vision, my friend set in stone
his spirit free to roam on the wind
as my days are past I'll see you again

My eyes are raised up to the sky
A final farewell for you who have died
I'll raise the flag, hoist it with pride
if only to honor my brother whose died

When we're so lost in this whirlwind of pain
I feel you still, our tears fall like rain
Hold your head high, even when crippled and lame
This world without you is never the same