In the last sentence there is a lane,
It was once written in vain,
It used to be a pain,
But I brang.

I do not know how to write,
All that I once known was bite,
We had fun fights,
You stand upon two,
I stood upon four,
Oh how this is poor,
Today was my last,
Your memories of me will last,
Now I walk clouds,
As you walk earth,
my bark is proud,
And your cry was once heard,
You have reminders of me,
Ashes in a box,
A lost name tag,
And a bright orange ball,
It seems that is all left,
Gone with me,
I’ve gone another way,
And you must stay,
That is how it is since yesterday,
May this last till long,
One day,
One year,
Just cheer with my memory,
Adjust with not beer,
Sometime one day you will hear,
Just know I am aray,
One day our lane will rejoin,
But today,
Your in your lane,
May it stay that way for years to come,
My lane was an end yesterday,
But it’s okay,
I walk clouds now,
And again,
May we walk.