Our Humble Message

~For a Friend of mine who's father just recently passed away, RIP~

As the wind blows
From the prevailing westerlies,
We stand silently without thought,
Merely asking ourselves; Why?

The clouds roll by,
As the mass starts to crowd,
A collage of black and white,
No cheek left unwept.

We whisper the Lord's Prayer,
As our words carry on up high,
Flying at the wings of Angels,
Our humble message to a King.

To keep his protective grasp,
Tight around the one we love,
Forever guiding him
Through our darkest day.

We know this is our last moment,
To say our final words,
So we all wish for you to know,
Our life is forever touched

By just being with you everyday.

~~R.I.P John~~