A Means to an End: Poetry, Ramblings, Rants and Lyrics by Cody Bourque

The river is flowing,

Coloured crimson from the blood,

The pain isn't slowing,

From the loss of your life

I told you I'd be there,

until the very end,

Told you I care,

And yet now you're gone

So I'll keep my promise,

I followed you in life,

And I tell you this,

I sure as hell will follow you in death.