If I should cease to love you when you die
And quickly fill your space with a new man
Then perhaps my claiming love was but a lie
And I can fill you place with anyone.
Are not our friends unique and therefore lost
When death pulls them away to darker shores?
Yet we will love each one despite the cost.
And when we weep, is this not what life’s for?
Loss and gain and loss and gain again
A pattern from the infant to the sage
So joy and pain and joy and pain remain.
Who knows what is next upon the page?
To feel,to suffer, then feel joy once more
Will guide us soon unto that golden shore
How my heart sings 