My friend, it’s been so long since I’ve heard from you. 
(Five years too long.)
Where have you been? 
Where have you gone? It’s getting colder.

Where have you gone? 
Where have you been? 
It’s getting colder now.
I miss you. 
I miss you so much. 
Where have you gone?
Where have you gone?

And I will always be waiting and searching, awaiting your reply and never letting go of the memory.
Waiting for your reply, never letting go of the memory.

All I’ve got is this paper and pen.
Is this silence all I have left?
I can’t hide it. I cant fight it.
When will the sun rise again?
Again.

Tell me that you’re breathing.
Tell me that you’re safe. 
Tell me that I’m dreaming. 
Tell me you are safe. 
Tell me this isn’t real. 
Tell me you’re safe and sound.

And I will always be waiting and searching, awaiting your reply and never letting go of the memory.
Waiting for your reply, never letting go of the memory.

Why so young? Why not me?
Taken son. Broken dreams.

Dear God, a letter we’ve sent, casket enclosed holding our friend.
We place our bodies in lonely grounds but send our lost souls off to be found.