In these pages he’s alive
In these words we do survive
In these moments nothing but time
Memories without a hard drive
We get by, we drive, we fly
No suffering when amongst a friend
But these words won’t bring him back again
No these words won’t bring him back again
The days on pages never end
The nights play out as you intend
He’ll heed the call when you contend
But these words won’t bring him back again
Said these words won’t bring him back
No these words won’t bring me back
© Delia Ross. 2019
