Please don’t tilt your head
and ask us if we’re okay.
His heart has stopped beating.
His body is starting to decay.
No words can make that easier.
He was here.
And then suddenly,
he was not.
We don’t want to forget him
or accept this, not today.
We still can’t quite believe
he’s really gone away.
Danny, we are angry with you.
Your life should not have stopped like this.
Too much to live for,
so much left to come.
But now
you will never see another rising sun.
Your eyes are closed now,
the hurt beyond repair.
You are gone.
But we will make sure
your memory lives on.
Through laughter and music,
we’ll speak as if you’re still there.
Fly high, big brother,
free from pain, your race now run.
We’ll carry you with us,
in every joke, in every song.
And as we keep on living,
loving, laughing, carrying on,
we’ll feel you walking with us
our brother,
never gone.