I wrote this for my brother, Kelly, after he was killed.
The face of the sun is just a pale disk
Gazing wistfully through the haze
My mind reaches out to where you are
I remember a thousand happier days
Where did you go when you left me behind?
Did you get all the joy you hoped to find?
I think of you on these winter mornings
Picture you walking through the wood
Sometimes I almost can hear your voice calling
But if I should look, it would do no good
The voice that called you away, my friend
Tells me that I have a different end
You were always there for me to talk to
Even when we argued, I knew you cared
You saw life from a different viewpoint
You went to places the I wouldn't have dared
The world's a little bit colder without you
Every day it seems I think about you
You always stood at the edge of my vision
Now you're gone, and where, I don't know
Maybe someday we'll again stand together
But just for now I must let you go
You always said I should live for the present
Don't think of the future, forget the past
But the bars of this cage once again close around me
The cage which you always said couldn't last
Bonds always held you, you didn't know why
You hated the cage so much more than I
But now, at last, your captivity's past
The cage is wide open, the bird's free to fly. . .