With each day gone
We will try to move along
The grief may be too real
Now we all will feel
With each day gone
Now is where we reside
This haunting pain that lurks inside
With misery that surpasses comprehension
The love we posess for you
Will teach us that-with what we have now-will do
Now is where we reside
We will see you in the end
Our broken hearts only then will mend
With yours gone our lives now have meaning
This is to live for a certain pupose
Fulfilling this pupose will make our lives not seem so worthless
We will see you in the end, Our Friend
R.I.P Thomas William Crull 1/18/06
Your the man "Tomcat" #21
