By A. Anato Swu
Tears for a Lost Brethren.
(Death Be Not Proud)
Tears so liberally flow down this face,
While thy soul stealthy takes its place
In t’e paradise of each fulfilled dreams,
Where joy eternal runs in clear streams.
You’d wait with angels till life wakes,
On the Day when the trumpet breaks
To herald the dawn of a glorious reign
Of our good Lord who’d rule supreme!
Until that day, the Sun would still rise;
And the cloud be lifted from our eyes,
And we would all see your smile clear,
To be remind’d of thy life we hold dear.
Your memories will always be near,
And remind your loved ones to bear
The cruel times of this mortal world,
Just like you taught them to be bold.
You’ve passed on but that’d change not,
The way we cherish you with all we got,
As you watch us from your cloud above,
May you never forget our profound love!
