I Will Come To You You died and went to Heaven, Nothing more that I could do. But I promise one day, Dewayne, Soon I will come to you, God has work for me to do. But when I am done, this race I have won, Then I will come to you. I'll miss so much about you, The silly, quirky things you do. The memories I'll hold, more precious tan gold, Then I will come to you. There is a space between us now, Neither one of us can get through. But soon death with no shame will whisper my name, Then I will come to you. I'd hoped you would stay longer, You wanted that same thing, too. But no need to fear, though now I am here, Soon I will come to you. Don't take the time to long for me, Though I won't stop thinking of you. Yet I promise, my friend, we will meet again, For I will come o you. Thanks for being my brother. You've done all you were sent here to do. So rest now, dear brother, there is like you no other, Soon I will come for you. ~ Deborah Williamson ~ July 14, 2011 (4am)