I draw their spirits close to me and breathe,

and still I find, there's something to believe.

I need their energies to make me strong.

I hear the subtle echoes: Samhain's song.

Nobody feels my reason - hears my rhyme.

My rhythms only work in my own time.

My words - they might make sense in my own mind.

My friends need other words - ones I can't find.

There is an angel buried somewhere near,

who told me that there's nothing left to fear.

Now, all my friends who've passed or gone away -

this is one life. What more is there to say?

In this one life, I'll mend what I can mend.

True friendship is eternal - has no end.