Often the flame that burns brightest dies out first,
leaving us in a night all the more dark.
Perhaps those souls that soar the highest
catch heaven’s eye and are drawn in
Or perhaps the nets are random,
pulling in bright and dim alike
Never forget that you mattered here.
You left a lasting mark on all.
You touched the lives of those you knew,
and brightened many a dark soul.
Your flame has gone out now,
but in our memories you still shine.