We remember those we left,
and those who went away.
Taking with us memories,
and in our hearts they'll stay.


Sprog and Schnoodle, ShittyMorph,
the highlights of our days.
They speak to us in spirit,
what words we cannot say.


Fear not, oh wary traveler,
there's one thing you should know.
For out of ashes and the past,
new sprouts begin to grow.


Let others take the mantle,
to raise that burning flame.
Together we can make our own,
and love them all the same.