My Precious Roxanne

Written by: jonathan mohammed

Teardrops falling like a waterfall
Down the river they go 
Flowing rapidly creating a rough ride
As sadness rushes to my mind
All I could think of is all the good times we had
Running in our backyard,
Riding the waves of the beach
Oh what will I do just to smile with you
Now that you are gone 
The memories will be like knives 
Stabbing into my skin
You are such nice person to be around
Probably the greatest in the world
I,m so sorry you must go
Can't help but blame myself
But I know you rather have me happy
As my last teardrop falls
I will forget you my precious Roxanne