A lost coin in the mist of the cloud
Thrown into the shadow of the crowds
Never to be found except in our heart
I lost a friend, a precious one indeed
The mother lost a son, a good son indeed
The school lost a student, a brilliant one indeed
The sibling lost a brother, a kind one indeed
The nation lost a gift, one never to be replaced
The class, lost a mate, one that sooths our hearts
But Pensa lost a leader; a leader of the master's flock
I would have written more, but I have to wipe my tears
I would have said more; but a quivering lip won't allow me
I would have smiled, but a memory of friend won't allow me
Except the Lord has comforted me
That he, my friend is comforted
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