Memoriam

NOBLES ETERNAL FLAME

A candle in the dark Burns slowly with grace,
The flame seems to glow ... And forms a heavenly face.

The light reflects the lives that they lived;
So let us not forget how much each one had to give.

The wax dripping down represents the tears we all cry,
Let us lift our heads upward and look to the sky.

The wicks are the souls of the Nobles that stand,
And the dish down below is a sign of God's hand.

The candle stands still and forever will stay,
Burning the light so we may remember each Noble that way.