but his memory lives forever on,
warm in the hearts of those he touched.
He's watching those he left behind.
His body's cold, his chest is still.
The tears are fresh and they've lost the will,
yet they'll make it,
even if they sometimes have to fake it.
The stone above his grave,
telling of the love he gave.
The mound of dirt still fresh,
the flowers still in bloom.
The rain falls,bringing fresh tears,
but the sun will come again to share new smiles.
Years will past and tears will fade,
but his memory will never die,
alive in the hearts of his twin, family, and friends.
We miss you buddy.
This is goodbye...