Just how your Concert drifted Life's Beyond,
Snuffed by the Appetite of more than one Beast
Makes me look back to your Songs on the Mound
And Channel this Healing at the very least
That if one more Soul your Friendship attach
And place one's Fortress for your own Defense
Should by Increment re-live your Compass
Then Cherish your Voice since Beloved and Meant
So if so, that beyond such Strings could reach
Your fervent Almighty drew His own Plan
For you to be His own Best Bard beseech
And Etch your Tunes forever in Sand.
Now Sand, squeezed into Rock for other's enjoy
Ensure your Name for the Maple Leaf's Convoy.
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I would like to translate this poem