Mischief or Strife
One and One
Two parts of a whole
Closer than blood
Two hearts one soul
Comrades, Friends,
Companions for life.
Through thick and through thin
Be it mischief or strife
One moment it takes
Just a second, no more,
And Two becomes one,
he's passed through the door.
There he lies,
Still, quiet, cold
He'll sleep for ever,
He'll never grow old.
The ghost of a laugh
still etched on his face.
But his footsteps have vanished,
can no longer be traced.
Tears and pain
Where once was a son,
His laughter a memory,
But in hearts and love he'll live on.