The People’s Quill: Dedicated to Mark Gardner
You’ll hurt no more
You’ll be going home
To a place of comfort
A place unknown…
I am so sorry
For when I was mean
Or those simple things I did
When answers were unseen…
I pray that you lived
And did all you could
Often times your life
was misunderstood.
I’ll miss your humor
Silly jokes and all
And knowing you were happy
Going camping in the fall…
The hurt you hid
So deep inside
No one knows
The tears you’ve cried…
So, rest in Peace
With the Lord close by
Our tears on Earth will someday dry.