To search our store of laid up time
And find it's all been spent
To want nothing more than brotherhood
And find there's nothing left
No useless tears can, from this fate
Relief to me afford
It is our lot, and as I mourn
I pray you're safe and well
And on this day I think of you
In memories kept so dear
Yet for that image to renew
Few things would I withhold
And though I've wished for you to be
Into this life restored
I must wait until those gates of heaven
Yield me unto you
Brother wait until those gates of heaven
Yield me unto you