He was more than a neighbor Lord, he was my friend,
and how could I know his life was about to end?

I was leaving on a trip to visit those I hadn't seen for a while,
but if I'd known, I'd have stayed. Of that there's no denial.

He walked out to the road to wish us farewell,
told us of his love and chatted for a spell.

I assured him we would return shortly and all be together again,
never guessing this was the last time I'd see my friend.

We've returned home now from our vacation,
and given our condolences without hesitation.

Life is different without him popping in now and then,
but I am assured we'll be together once again.

As a matter of fact we'll be neighbors there I'm sure,
when I step outside he'll be right next door.

He's probably fishing on that sea of glass,
free of pain and discomfort at last.

More than a neighbor is what he'll forever be,
because in heaven we'll be brothers for eternity.