Senator Graham is now set to rest
A heavy weight upon my anxious heart
The path ahead, a canvas bare,
A silent space, suddenly not heard
A road ahead, a quiet hue
But sunflower seeds of wisdom, you have cast,
A vision held, designed to last
Though you are gone, your light shall not depart —
it burns still distant, steady, in the nation's heart,
A flickering star to lead me through this life
Your light, though gone, will shine afar,
A guiding, constant, hopeful star.
A compass resting gently on the chest,
To steer us through this changing murky world
to walk me through my own uncharted roads,
until we meet again past the horizon's crest.
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