My Beloved Friend Poem by Taher Shemaly

Screamed out my voice out of destiny
breaking the silence of souls of gloom
take my hand my dearly friend
been waiting for you to come

Hand by hand my mate to the grave
walk with me, oh please don't let out the tears
maybe in that dark room my beloved one
peace will come over the fears

Great people in this life don't take much
and so you are in this middle the tombs
planted with roots my life to you must be
since a man can't live without his loves

people fear death but they don't know
as much I doand you too
oh my beloved friend
how I long to see you