Hail Mary, full of Grace:
Take my brother in your Embrace.
I promise you he was the best man
I have come to know,
And yet am left to wonder
Whither you will have him go;
Or whether I will find him
When it comes my turn to pass
Into whatever comes when it is my turn
At last.

The last nail in the coffin
Was more than I could take
I could see your mother cryin
Could feel the heavens shake
Lord forgive our good friend
We all have made mistakes
When I go down to meet him
Point me to him from the gates.