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