Aug 2014
I stand by your grave and watch your smiling face,
My eyes weep and my heart does race.
I say you are lucky to have left it all behind,
In my heart I search for an answer to find.
...why it doesn't matter anymore, only now you are happy and no longer sore.
My tears they have not stopped flowing the pain it has not gone,
Those words they echo in my mind..'He's DEAD..your brother John'.
I know one day I'll meet you, how soon I do not know,
Waiting patiently for the call that says... 'It's time to go'.
My eyes weep and my heart does race.
I say you are lucky to have left it all behind,
In my heart I search for an answer to find.
...why it doesn't matter anymore, only now you are happy and no longer sore.
My tears they have not stopped flowing the pain it has not gone,
Those words they echo in my mind..'He's DEAD..your brother John'.
I know one day I'll meet you, how soon I do not know,
Waiting patiently for the call that says... 'It's time to go'.
I miss you more with each day that passes..Did you make the right choice. 2 years older than you were then I find myself wondering what is it all worth. A never ending circle of questions..someday the answer will break through.,
