When a good man dies, a thousand
lights go out.
And it's said, a giant library is
Oh, I've tried to make comparisons
and wise clichés ~
To estimate, in part, a good man's
For, I know the way it feels to
have your heart bend low
And understand how dark the nights
But, a good man has a heritage
beyond the grave.
And we would be so foolish not to
That, a good man leaves a light his
No groping through some wilderness
And howe'er their lives, it shines
on in a brilliance
That they can see 'til ending of
His words come ringing deep, in
Within the keen recesses of their
There's guidance there, enough to
get to Heaven ~
Where once again, their hearts and
I'm so sorry for your loss here, on
the earth below.
But, I'm proud to say, "A good man
You'll see him soon. It won't be
Just follow the lights a good man
left upon the way.
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