Our a clear bright day
Just like today
We said goodbye
To an old, good friend
And a weary and tired soul
With laurel petals strewn before us
By the wind, handmaiden of the sun
We trudged on our own paths
Grudgingly,
To see him off
On his walk home
He'd left behind
A road strewn with good
And a stumble here and there -
It's only fair -
It takes a lifetime to get here...
And from the lives we left behind
The wind blows hot
As we emerge
From the Holy site,
La Imaculda,
La Imaculda,
In awful awe of death
Of resurrection
And God's mercy,
Infinite
And we hope that it's all true
That there is a reward,
For a life well-lived
With true affection for His children,
All
And that your road home
Mi buen amigo Mario
Be strewn with petals -
Our prayers for your soul-
That like the oleander blooms,
Before your footsteps
Fall...
Fall...
