Eventually, the other side is where I will see you.
For now, seeing you flying high in the sky will have to do.
Up there in a beautiful sky, so endless, so blue.
We will miss you, that couldn't be more true.
We may be broken, but down here we have glue.
I'll sit and I'll pray in an old wooden pew.
That in God's hands you are with your Mom and your Dad, and your sibling brothers too.