A Lost Coin

A lost coin in the mist of the cloud Thrown into the shadow of the crowds Never to be found except in our heart I lost a friend, a precious one indeed The mother lost a son, a good son indeed ... The school lost a student, a brilliant one indeed The sibling lost a brother, a kind one indeed The nation lost a gift, one never to be replaced The class, lost a mate, one that sooths our hearts But Pensa lost a leader; a leader of the master’s flock I would have written more, but I have to wipe my tears I would have said more; but a quivering lip won’t allow me I would have smiled, but a memory of friend won’t allow me Except the Lord has comforted me That he, my friend is comforted.