Should I wear myself off in tears
Should I get myself lost with beer
Should I dare consult the seers
For the loss of a friend so dear

Can I live onwards with this fear
That your voice I may no longer hear
Will our friendship be just mere
Now that you're no longer near

My tears flow because it cannot stand
When death gives a blow with its icy hand
Moments with you is now a deserted land
Much more like a desert without sand

How I wish you had stayed with me longer
At least for a little while
Then we can share more moments together
As I enjoy more of your smile