• I had a dream
    three nights ago,
    I slept beside my buddy Joe,
    our hats tilted to cover up our eyes.

    You see, to me,
    three nights ago,
    I saluted my buddy Joe,
    his time had come, a time we had denied.

    We sat inside
    a quiet room,
    The crickets' chirping lit the moon,
    An owl hooting in the dreary sky.

    I gazed upon
    His withered mind,
    The crippled husk he'd left behind,
    For it was about time for Joe to die.

    A thousand hundred
    stars gazed on,
    poured from my eyes into the sun,
    a memory for my friend Joe and I.

    I pat his back,
    I see him crack,
    and try to give a warming laugh,
    but all I manage is a choking cry.

    He was my friend,
    He was my foe,
    but he was still my brother Joe.
    I watch his spirit soar into the sky.

    Silence booms,
    and days go by,
    and every night they fill the sky -
    the teardrops that had, one time, left my eye.

    Sometime I see
    him, watching me;
    he's sitting by that old oak tree,
    upon which we would watch the time fly by.