The Clock Doesn't Stop

It seems like I've been here forever,
Yet only an hour has passed,
The countless tears I've shed of the memory,
Of you and who you were,
To think that yesterday we were happy,
And now never to see again your face,
Never again to hear your voice or your laugh,
But even in death you will always be with me,
That fateful morning the snow and rain combined,
You were doomed to fight for breath,
As until the eighth day of the month of ice,
You were to breath your last,
Everyday I will visit your grave,
And smile upon the times we had together,
And weep upon the earth in which you were cast,
Seems like forever now but the clock hasn't stopped,
Rest in peace my brother,
God damn I miss you.