1,560 days.

(How many tears have you shed my friend?)

Did each day get easier than the last?
Every mothers nightmare.
Anguish held it's grasp.

(1,560 days, do the tears still start your day?)

If love is measured in every tear that drops.
Your love for him won't ever stop.

(Your love droplets filled so many buckets.)

It hurts me too, to see your pain.
For we all know he died not in vain.
He chose to live the best he knew how.
So humble his crown and you were so proud!

(The past lives in our future.)

If you look back at the road you've traveled, so many memories, the past is unraveled.
But those lessons in life help us to grow, help us to reach out to those that don't 'know'.
So, share his life with those that will listen, and your eyes shall surely glisten.

...te amo mi amiga, muchos besos..

in memory of: Rey David Cuervo ~ kia~8-29-79 - 12-28-03