The Good Die Young Continued

Drunk and hung over I began making this awkward ride I began to make conversation and joke About how drunk I was the past night But a smile was not present Nor a little grin on that side I suddenly began to wonder If everything was alright So we continued Continued this awkward drive My attention began to turn From the car, too the outside The outside was very dark Clouds surrounded the sky It seemed everything had stopped It seemed everything had died But at the end of our drive My grandmothers we would arrive To see with my own eyes My whole family standing outside As we get out of the car I put on a disguised smile For I was still hung over Got out and said “Hi” My three uncles walked up to me With a tear in each one’s eye They put there arms all around me And stuttered “Lee died last night” So I pushed and I shoved Uncontrollably began to cry The only thing I could think of Was the one to blame was I I began to look for my father To make sure he was alright I noticed him by the old Sycamore tree Staring up into the sky As I started walking toward him I noticed a car parked that was white My mother jumped out and ran toward me into my arms she cried" Why!!!" The only thing I could do was hold her With my arms I held so tight She said "why did this happen" "It just doesn’t seem right" As I broke away from my mother And walked over to my dad There he stood crying With a look on his face that was sad It looked as if something had left him Like a little piece of his heart Now every time I see him My crying begins to start I said “Dad remember the good times" “Remember he's still your son” He said" yea I know Cody Bo But the good they die young The good die young son"