I held you up when you would have fallen.
I used to care when you were in pain.
Warrior, now that time has been stolen.
Where have the days flown away?
With the seasons turning,
Flowers blooming and fires burning,
Will I see your kind face again?
I remember your smile on the day,
The day that they called your name.
The pride on your face,
I often wonder,
Will I see that pride again?
