Only The Good Die Young Poems - Poems about Only The Good Die Young

yes indeed life is not fair why would the end be any different we lose the people we love most it breaks our heart and shatters it in a million pieces oh what a void it leaves only the good die young imagine if death was fair some kind of logical exit strategy we could wrap our head around something we could accept at least...

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the good die young Jonny was a good man he was a man of his words who sacrificed all he got for the sake of his people he never lived a life of lies so truthful to his community he offer help to everyone in need he always gave to the poor lend to the needy he was the spoke man of his people he will never...

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Even though "Only the good die young" A very well known song that's sung But should it be said Means less in the head They wanted death before off the tongue...

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Only the good die young As the saying goes What is God trying to prove As the destruction of one small town grows Month after month another gets taken Can’t even recover As our hearts keep breakin’ Four wrecks in four months Four deaths an end so blunt Cody Caleb Kody Whitney The pain felt by your friends and family burns deeply We know yall...

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do you feel like a thug don't you know the good die young got your cap cocked to the side like you the only one that lives in this village where they be toating guns furious to believe that you've been wasting time once you where a boy having tonka times yesterday is gone because you carry two chrome nines everytime you...

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Only the good die young? That's open for debate. Do the great take their place? For Pete's sake, I've been face to face with the pearly gates. That doesn't make me prodigious. I'm just stating the obvious. I think it's fate. I believe it's a planned escape. When your work has been carried out, then soon will come, your time to be carried out. Sometimes, the good die young?...

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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...

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December Twenty Seventh Of Two thousand and Nine Is the night I lost my brother A Best friend of mine The night two paths were chosen One for him and one for I A night I'll never forget The night he lost his life Sitting in the living room Getting ready for the night My good friend Byron called me And said "Tonight's the Night" With...

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Dear God Why do only the good die young So soon before there life even begins Is it meant to be or isn’t it? I don’t understand why it happens I just know it does But every time it happens I feel desolate and I can’t stop crying So if your there hear my voice Answer my question Why do...

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