Time is but a dream; life is but its play.. Memory is just a medium; Friends, never fade away..

Soft spoken these words.. Soft meaning their not.. Firm hope their birth.. Firm hand their not..

Time is but the quickening, life is but its weaving.. Memory is but the gift, Friends is but its being..

Light though it be; Light it can not be.. Dark in it's own times, Dark it must never be..

Time be the river, life be its current.. Memory be its ship, and friends be its cargo..

Hope that never stops, Hope that will only change.. Reason sounded firmly, Reason that is never sure..

Time is but my course, Life is but its way.. Memory more precious then gold, Friends more precious then all..

-Sean