Our future plans are shattered now,
As you lie beneath our feet.
Every thought of you is a memory,
Painful and yet so sweet.
Even now we hold you must dear,
Even now we hold you must dear,
Though you are buried deep,
Beneath that old willow tree,
Whose secret we shall keep.
You have died too young, too soon,
You have died too young, too soon,
Your short story briefly told.
And though I yearn to join you,
I must let my own fate unfold.