Fawkes day, across the veil
There's no song to sing
that can speak the words in my mind.
There's no poem to read
that will tell of truth greater than one
Man who held so much love
from so many hearts
but his would keep on beating.
Remember, remember, the fifth of November,
the day my dear brother died.
I'll always remember the fifth of November,
and all of the tears that we cried.
Still his soul
carries on to
places beyond
the things that
we thought we had
set in stone.
Still water erodes
the stone facade and
the grisly visage of death.
He's across the veil, now.
Finally free.
I love you my brother, rest in peace,
Travis Bonito April 11th, 1977 - November 5th, 2008