My voice is cracked from crying 
Who then will sing your dirge 
It's hard to speak or say goodbye 
Or stop my hands from trembling 

Tears roll down as we shared the grace
I try to sing but start to cry
Now I stare at a soulless face
Hoping that somehow 'tis all a lie

Dressed in white, your arms by your side
The door is closed as you take a ride
To an Isle that lies beyond the road 
A road there is with no return 
A place that someday even I will follow 

While I can't tell you how I feel 
At least I can write you a song 
That those who hear ur Epicedium 
Will cry for then they know 
An angel had left for home