Memories locked in the basement for now
Because I didn’t want to see you go.
I did it, but I don’t really know how.
I don’t like thinking of you under snow.
Hold on, little child, we’ll be there soon.
Wait hand in hand with Saint Paul at the gates,
Illuminated by the winter moon.
Pray as you were taught because God awaits.
You’re the little blue bracelet on my wrist.
You’re a memory burned into my heart.
You were my miracle, one angels kissed.
In my life, you were an important part.
In everyone’s hearts, you left a chasm,
We are, we will always be, Team Adam.