Raiko
When it all was done
that's when the raining begun
When you let your last breath
We wrote in our hearts: He is Dead
The scars you left behind
Are the ones of killing kind
Your friend, still waiting for you to come through that door
But you'll never walk that way anymore
Without you here
There's no sound we hear
Only the teardrops fall
Can't you hear us call?
Gedicht geschreven ter overlijden van onze Boxer Raiko (of zoals ik hem noemde sweety)