By His Hand Hetook His Life
He had us all fooled
this man so many loved
I saw him just the other day
and he seemed so full of life
now he's gone and what a fool
for thinking he was just alright
he did the most unthinkable thing
what do I do or do I say to
his friends and family when Isee
them at his funeral
how could things have gotten so
bad and he so deep down inside that
he couldn't have talked to me or
called when he needed me why
after all this time did he feel so
bad and so deep within his pain
I feel some quilt that I wasn't there
for him to reach out and touch and
tell him things would be alright and
tell him to give it a little more time but
he was just so independent and
had to do things in his own way now
he's gone forever I cry I'm
just not strong.
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