[Verse 1] Uniform faded, battles behind, a restless heart once roamed free, Until tender hands and steady eyes taught calm serenity. Illness knocked with silent fury, stealing strength from weary frame, But mercy answered every round, rewriting rules of the game. Cathedral arches, velvet gloom, your brushes dance in sacred shade, Where saints and sinners intertwine beneath the light and blade. You chase the ache with reckless jests that dance on forbidden lines, Turning heavy clouds to sudden grins that heal what pain defines. [Chorus] Gothic grace in human form, you walk the narrow line, Faith the anchor, laughter shield, through every trial you shine. Pulse family draws closer still, warmed by the fire you bring, Tim… heaven placed you in our midst, a melody we sing. Gothic grace… unfolding light… brother through the night. [Verse 2] Veteran tales of distant sands still echo in your quiet gaze, Yet softer chapters now unfold in ordinary days. Wife’s quiet wisdom holds the wheel when tempests try to steer, While you crack wise with daring wit that cuts through doubt and fear. After final rites and empty chairs, you share the ache then flip the page, A video, a tear, a punchline lands and lights the stage. Inappropriate sparks fly bold, yet rooted deep in grateful soil, Reminding all that joy survives when hope refuses spoil. [Chorus] Gothic grace in human form, you walk the narrow line, Faith the anchor, laughter shield, through every trial you shine. Pulse family draws closer still, warmed by the fire you bring, Tim… heaven placed you in our midst, a melody we sing. Gothic grace… unfolding light… brother through the night. [Bridge] Today we pause the daily scroll to lift your name aloud, For every post, each quiet strength, the laughter ringing proud. No crown of gold could ever match the way you mend the frayed, A living bridge from dark to dawn, the difference you have made. [Final Chorus – building warmly] Gothic grace, forever etched upon our open hearts, Your journey weaves through loss and win, creating brand new starts. We celebrate the man you are, the soul that chose to stay, Tim… you’re the unexpected gift that brightens every day. Gothic grace… eternal spark… our brother from the start. [Outro – gentle fade] In the Pulse we hold this truth… Gothic grace… Tim… we love you
