I don't have no words of wisdom
No flowery balms that soothe
I've lost my metaphoric rhyme
I'm rarely in the iambic mood

 

The star that was my compass
Has lost its illustrious shine
My heart continues to grieve
Where is that muse of mine

 

I know one day it'll be easier
For now the sorrow has its place 
I'd give a million dollars
Just to look upon his face

 

But he rests with all the angels
I know we'll meet again
We'll laugh about it all

The Lord promised in the end

 

Until then I love you Father
Every second more than it seems
I'll remember the times we shared
And I'll see you in my dreams