In Perfect Pose We Ascend Toward The Heavens Skyward Bound; To Leave The Earth's Sweet Pity's Where They Lay Upon The Ground.
As For Me, I Could Never Fear Death; When I Trust Of Such Peace At The End.
Then There Is The Knowing That We Will Be Together With Friends; The Clouds Will Surround Us Becoming Our Lovely Home Were We May Mend.
No More Pain, No More Blame; Just Loveliness Without Shame.
A Palace It Shall Be With Beauty Beyond That Seen; Windows Made Of Love, No Doors To Stop The Breeze.
Beloved Friendship In The Winds, Unto The Skies We Shall Ascend.
Forever Loving Each Other Once Again; In Caring Remembrances Of The Past.
The Glory Of Our Friendship Shall Once More Be Embraced; In God's Beauty, and Loving Grace.
The Truest Treasure In All Of Life; Is The Friendship I Share With You.
For Without The Love Of Friendships Born; We'd Be Left To Scorn.
A Lonely, and So Desolate A Life Where None Could Thus Be Warm.
Together, and In The End It Will Be Measured By A Friend; Never Alone, Not Far From Home, and Together We Shall Blend.