The mountains they cry for the waterfalls dry.
The rivers they weep for the stream isn't complete.
The trees whisper for the loss of there leaves.
The branches break for it was to hard to take.
The people cry for a friend who had died.
The people weep for they had known their friend wasn't complete.
His loved ones whisper for the loss of the brother or son.
His friends fear they will break for it might be too hard to take.
I lost a friend, some lost a brother, it is still a terrible loss one way or another.
Don't pass people by when you know they might try, for you might spare his loved ones a un-needed cry.
