Brother where you bound?

A few bones and teeth
are all I will be left with;
tomorrow, on your birthday, when I come to stir the ashes
of your funeral pyre.

Will you be watching me,
from a strange surreal sky?
For I will be looking for a sign,
through a tearful eye.

Walk we did together,
brothers in arms;
the battle we fought
none could understand.

Ahh time,
you win the game again;
you took away the hope...
you took away the pain.