Three tears I shead,
For three lives left unlived,
They fall blood red,
In the silent remorse I give.
They died too young,
Too good, too true,
But what is, is done,
Though longing, we miss you.
So here is this letter,
Short and bitter in my hand,
For you I will live better,
For you I will stand.
So may your memory live on,
Never lost or misbegotten,
For we shall keep you in our hearts,
Lost but never forgotten.
