Gone, mind and soul from body,
Your physicality lays beneath us,
Your cognition sits on my shoulder,
Tells me that I'm wrong.

Your days are not over,
Nor have they just begun
One slip, one breath
Upon the bed he rests there.

One's problems and amenities are vanished,
For you are not lost to us,
Nor forsaken from us
Not forgotten from us.

You have left us with hundreds of coins of hope,
From all over the world,
Vanity and pride in hand,
Passed through wars and times.

"For there's a calm to throbbing hearts",
To find tranquility in tears of remorse
To find privacy in the heartache of grief
To find solitude while you rest in peace.