His head sank in the pillow
Too tired to rise
His skin pale and spotted
His clothes oversized
Beyond pretense or facade
Beyond hunger, beyond fear
Beyond the hope for miracles
Beyond the time when time is near
I tried to find my voice
I felt weak to my knees
I could not talk of weather
Nor talk of disease
So he spoke to me this poem
Written on his father's grave
Bringing freedom to the soul
When the body can't be saved
There is a ship
Leaving port for sea
With masts so tall
With sails so free
Becomes a cloud
Joining sea and sky
Then disappears
To the other side
Oh yes he's gone
But just from view
He's still as tall
As the one you knew
Now other eyes
That do not cry
Welcome him
To the other side
More would have come that day
But so many were gone
We who remained took turns
In story and song
We all laughed, and we all cried
We didn't leave him there alone
We held his last few words
And we inscribed them on his stone
There is a ship
Leaving port for sea
With masts so tall
With sails so free
Becomes a cloud
Joining sea and sky
Then disappears
To the other side
Oh yes he's gone
But just from view
He's still as tall
As the one you knew
Now other eyes
That do not cry
Welcome him
To the other side
Now other eyes
That do not cry
Welcome him
To the other side