Gazing Skyward, with a questioning prayer.
We are deeply saddened, that our friend is not
there.
He left so soon. We wonder why.
God took this spirit, who was meant to fly.
He danced the sky with so much joy.
With the excited heart of a little boy.
Not just alive, but abounding with life.
Happiest beside his loving wife.
For a man so alive there can be no end.
Though no longer near, he's still my friend.
Not hindered by wings of metal or wood.
He's flying in ways only angels could.
He'll roll around heaven, loop around a star.
But in our hearts, he'll never be far
For at night when you look into the darkened blue.
You will feel him looking back at you.
Keeping vigil over the sky he once flew.
Watching over me & watching over you.
Try not to mourn. Our friend can still fly.
On angels wings, through a limitless sky.
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