The sound of silence wraps me

In a blanket of soft white clouds.

I stand at your fresh-dug grave

And pray with my head bowed.

 

Only you and God can hear it,

These words whispered in my mind.

I pray you are free from your pain

And now have, what you wanted to find.

 

You deserve peace and comfort,

Free from the troubles of this world;

A body full of health and strength;

And your fingers straight, uncurled.

 

I know you must be in heaven,

Hearing the sweet angels sing.

Enjoy the many blessings 

Eternal Life can bring.

-Yu/stan/kema-