Thomas Farewell
The gift given to me
From a young heart wild and free
Love and anger were authors of your soul
Life written by their hand, you didn't understand the role
Moments of wonder I saw in your eyes
Unspoken questions left to your own surmise
Where is the foundation of love
Gods own perfection from above
To us on earth below
Elusive conception we may never know
Your strength of effort to grasp this truth
Your diligence to believe, valid proof
Hell's best offer of strife and pain
The companions you bore as you had to maintain
On a day like any day that slowly passes by
They took and shook you down to a final lie
In desperation you sought to escape
Your death on that day is lasting fate
The memory of you was the gift you gave
All that you are was worthy to save
The flesh you wore I called by your name
Returns to dust from whence it came
In memory of Thomas, took his life in early 90's
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