In twilight's gentle, amber glow, We bid farewell, dear Laura, so. The fading day, a whispered sigh, Yet faith assures us, it's not goodbye. Though paths diverge beneath the sky, Trust in God's hand to guide on high. Each step be filled with grace and light, In His embrace, all things made right. Beyond the horizon, you await, A meeting at the promised gate. With hearts afire, we'll gather then, To laugh, to love—you'll see again.