Aj
A friend of mine was taken
He lived a good life
Ending in sorrow
By a boy with a knife
A fight broke out
Behind the grocery store
Jumped by another
Couldn't take them anymore
The very next morning
A bus driver found him dead
I got the news at work
Many thoughts ran through my head
Only 24 he did not
Deserve to die
Holding back the tears
Til I seen his mother cry
Remembering the times
At work or out drinking
Wandering what those two
Young brothers were thinking
Still sticks in my heart
Every single day
Rest in heaven with the angels
We miss you AJ
Copyright © Shawn Randall | Year Posted 2010
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