To A Mourning Friend

Oh poor little angel,
I'm short of words to say;
In fact,there's nothing I can do,
To wipe thy pains away.

But fire can't quench a fire,
Neither can a wrong correct a wrong,
What you feared has happened,
Now you just have to be strong.

Should I claim to be ignorant,
Of all the pains you feel;
Then I'm just a liar,
Who in deception reel.

I would hug you a thousand times,
If that would make you fine,
But I'm just words and letters,
And I pray in them you find.

The courage to carry on,
There's nothing left to fear,
I'm just the hand from a distance,
Trying to wipe your rolling tears.

And you're never alone;
Even though reality seems so,
There's always a God above,
Watching over thy soul.

But nature must fulfill it's course,
Man must rise and fall,
From the cradle to the bier;
From the nothing to the all.