They're lost. A sea of broken spirits, trying to replace their minds. They're tired, weary of disant places so familiar, impossible to find. And they say, you know they're in a better place, they won't hurt anymore And while you know this should be comforting, You're mourning your loss.. But we all feel that way sometimes. They're gone, but the good is that you'll find them again one day. They're no longer suffering, and you will live to see a better day. As long as you remember all they told you, taught you, all they loved you, They will never be gone, from your soul. Not lost. They find their way to you. While you're sleeping, dreaming, reminiscing they are watching over you. They're in your dreams protecting you from fear. No more fear.