The soul of a lost son

Is there no greater pain,
Than the loss of one so dear.
The darkness pouring rain,
And trying to keep him near.
The pureness of his soul,
That shone its light so bright,
Coming to me now,
In the darkness of the night.
He guides me from the dark,
While the pain is slowly eased,
Watching over his family blood.
He shines so bright and stark,
Keeping his spirit pleased,
With guiding us through any flood.