Empty Chair
In class he was a clown,
Picking on his classsmates and doing what he wanted.
In all he was a good kid,
Very friendly and never hurt anyone here.
The last I saw him, his mother was in the hospital.
He wanted to leave school but couldn't, he wasn't allowed.
He was only 15 years old, why did God take him too?
Too many young lives are dimenishing too fast.
All he did was attend a party that night,
Many here at Hampton High did too.
That van drove by, he was standing in target,
Several shots fired, one hit, one died.
Why?
Why him, why now, why that way?
What was the reason God wanted him so soon?
Is it better than living his life to the fullest?
In class, he has an empty chair,
No one picking on his classmates.
In all he was a good kid, very friendly,
And never hurt anyone here.
Copyright © Brittany Paradis | Year Posted 2009
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