He runs the fields along a golden lit sky,
my curly haired friend and my favorite guy.
Running the hills with his legs now strong,
with vigor and youth singing heavens sweet song.
He jumps bubbling brooks with care and stride,
along with his brother and friends at his side.
He naps along a rainbow where the sun eternally shines,
then strolls emerald hills with friends they do climb.
He swims amongst the waves within a vast blue sea,
my dearest young friend who is now forever free.
Not a cloud is in sight on each given day,
rolling on his back near a bridge he does play.
Where butterflies are free with flowers made of gold,
walking these fields forever and never grows old.
He rises each day with a sparkle in his eye,
my humble best friend that now lives in the sky.
Where smiles are a given and friends are so kind,
an eternal home for him I'm so glad he's to find.
Without any worries, no fear or any harm,
to begin each day under the Lord's sweetest arm.