A friend departed our earthly domain this day, his tomb now lined with roses that do lay.
No heaven has he to go, know fear or feeling left for him to know.
No more suffering or moments to be cherished, for our fallen friend has perished.
No Devil waits him in his wake; no God will plead for his own sake.
He knows nothing, not even his own death, he has chocked on his last breath.
He looks not down upon his brethren, and see's there mistakes or sin, maybe this is heaven, the end to his begin