A hand to aid along the road <br />A laugh to lighten any load <br />A place to bring a burdened heart <br />And heal the ache of sorrows dart <br />Who'd willing share in joy or tears <br />And help to ease the darkest fears <br />Or my soul like his own defend <br />And all because he was my friend <br /> <br />No grave could hold so free a soul <br />I see him in the frisking foal <br />I hear him laughing on the breeze <br />That stirs the very tops of trees <br />He soars with falcons on the wing <br />He is the song that nightbirds sing <br />Death never dared him captive keep <br />He lies not there he does not sleep <br /> <br />But there is silence at my side <br />That haunts the place he used to ride <br />And my companion cannot allay <br />The loss i have sustained this day <br />How bleak the future now has grown <br />Since i must face it all alone <br />My road is weary, dark, and steep <br />And it is for myself i weep<br /><br />Ashley Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-alone-4/
