Yesterday a strong Soul flew away with the wind.
He will be missed, but his memory will forever be with me.
A brave man, who fought on the front lines of World War II,
A loving man, who told me stories while I sat on his knee.
With soft hair and a hard head,
We disagreed on many worldly issues,
But our love for each other was unified.
Fly away peacefully my Gong.
One day our souls will meet again.