Time, for none it stopped still
Life, kept rewritten by a quill
Often re-iterated like a synchronized drill
Forget not those who were dear
Those extended hands were very near,
Who were able to look past your queer
Thankful be to those blessed souls
Without whom life would be but holes
Dedicated to one and all, these lines on scrolls
Life, kept rewritten by a quill
Often re-iterated like a synchronized drill
Forget not those who were dear
Those extended hands were very near,
Who were able to look past your queer
Thankful be to those blessed souls
Without whom life would be but holes
Dedicated to one and all, these lines on scrolls
