Friend, soul friend of mine,

I dogged you for dinner last Tuesday,

For what, I don't know,

Friends are what I need elst...

    I'm lonely like you.

More than an Ink man Artist,

You were an undiscovered philosopher,

I had hoped you'd minister my wedding one day,

We have to suffer the loss of your mind,

I will walk in your shoes my sage.

But on Tuesday I chose other things,

For what I don't know.

My sweet friend, your art adorns my body,

Forever I shall bear your indelible mark,

Never shall you leave my mind,

My lesson will be all that you've taught me,

To take the time to be with those I care for.

But on Tuesday I chose other things,

For what I don't know.

You sang so beautifully I was envious,

Yet always looked froward to your musical passion,

I pretended to keep up and try to sing with you,

But your voice will last forever.

But on Tuesday I chose other things,

For what I don't know.

I heard of your passing,

My soul was saddened,

I know you're heart was too big for this world,