I play for you, my friend of old
In memory of your spirit, so brash and bold
The time spent together was joyous and fun
Whether in winter’s rain or under summer’s sun

I play for you, though in the ground you lie
My mind still grieves, for the presence that can’t die
In my heart you take pride of place
Though I’ve tried, none can fill that space

I play for you, for your might and power
To me you were kind, though others did cower
Your own being at heart, so alive and so proud
Not one of the herd, you stood out in a crowd

I play for you, for the memories still there
I breakdown and cry, with others unaware
I know your still there, and that again we will meet
And with your accepting way my spirit you’ll greet

I play for you, my friend of old
I play for the beauty of your soul
I play for you from the depth of my bone
I play for you and for you alone.