When describing peace,
when all is said and done
when it's all so chaotic and all,
there's a certain remembrance,
if one remembers anything at all
One can't be certain,
on the certainty of certainship,
but only one can be certain of such relationship.
Have peace,
and know it well
my dear, dear friend,
the my sweet angel,
the angle who fell.

How I wish for you,
a sweet sound mind,
full of music and happiness, peace, and its kind,
I love you completely,
with each and every breath.

So I ask you now,
won't you take my hand,
and never part from me,
even in death?