Too Little too late

An ode to the Huntsman/Sheriff Graham 

The Smell of Pine,  the open Sky above, the sound of wolves at night.

Dreams, reality caught in a place in between.


We'll all different, We've all changed but some things stay the same. 

Scars over wounds too deep for time alone to truly heal.


Hearts lost,  hearts Found
 
While you stay underground.

Transformed and switched, how did it come to this?

Leaving us the bittersweet memories a life line tied, and connected by small things and places. A good man gone with barely a goodbye.


Leaving all too soon and behind a bit darker world for the loss. So what else is there for us to do? 


But raise a glass, remember, light a candle and believe. That somewhere, some way and some day he'll have his true due.