Mortal

Wishful thinking dulls the pain
Of tender hearts grey with sorrow.
Love and friendship we can't regain,
Yet faith we have in tomorrow.

A stream of tears from the clouds above;
The departed share our mortal strain.
We shout at the heavens for one more love,
But only taste the salty rain.

Our sincerest efforts appear insane,
Yet love does not end with a sigh.
For those of us who still remain
Do not need a loud reply.

As long as memories and words survive,
The fallen will not be slain.
To keep our greatest friends alive
Means no one dies in vain.