Michael

MICHEAL

I passed by your old house today
The place, you once called home. 
Your new home now, is Heaven 
Sitting up there, by Gods Throne.

I pictured us in the dungeon 
Where we all had so much fun. 
God, in that room all we did 
Was sat for hours, getting spun.

Years ago when we first met 
Life was great, in everything done.
Hearing your stories about the cops 
How you'd ditch them how you'd run.

Stories o,f how you hid under houses 
How you ran through neighbors lots. 
And all the crazy things you did 
If you heard someone yell, the Cop's.

Countless times I came to you 
When my life was in despair. 
You never once turned me away 
You proved to me how much you cared.

Remember the times, when you cussed at God 
I've heard some say it's called blasphemy. 
But I know, in your heart you knew 
Jesus died for you on Calvary.

Remember how we truly believed 
Life had no purpose, so it seemed.
We thought we were living reality 
But now you know, it was just a dream.

Michael I felt so very honored 
When u called me your best friend. 
And now you know without a doubt 
To me how much you meant.

Not Making time to spend with you 
It's a regret, now on my list. 
Never seeing you. or getting advice
Everything, I'm gonna miss.

For your life we celebrated 
At Cyndi's on December 7th. 
I'll keep you alive with memories
Until we meet again in heaven.

Michael, I will always love you 
Your friend always Chick
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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