Planted some trees,
Out on the property,
Had the honor of,
Putting it in its place,
Covered it up,
It’s gonna grow.

We miss you,
We love you,
And I hope that one day,
I’ll see you again.

Flowers are arranged,
in a figure eight,
Skull and horns,
are what remains,
Besides all those,
Precious, little memories.

I miss you,
I love you,
And I hope that one day,
I’ll see your face again.