Brother QB, valiant friend
Go in the grace of God!
Go where the ships come down to park
When the day is done and night falls dark
And landing gears etch their mark
Upon eternal sod.

Brother QB, valiant friend
For alone thy flight shall be,
Such journey is not strange to thee
Whose years have compassed land and sea
So long without surcease.

Brother QB, valiant friend
Go to eternal rest!
For storms shall roll and winds shall ply
Without erasure from on high
Thy trace writ large on freedom's sky
Until thy course held west.