Guide

Always looking down on me Are a pair of special eyes Of a man who once woke with me And held me close at night In whispers shared our deepest dreams Across the room, a smile beamed Each time He looked at me One day will be forever burned in flash-bulb memory I learned He passed with shattered glass And soon fell to my knees My nagging grief then beat me down Till near insanity It was one night I woke to see him sitting on my bed The light from shining street lamps showed The bloody wound upon his head He told me he could bear no more To see his dear friend sad So I decided then and there My choice was to be glad So know that those we've loved and lost Are never truly gone They have the privilege of guiding us As we trudge to carry on Some were not meant to be with us On our own dying day Their lessons learned, they then return and We must go on our way