William
This is to a Friend that we all lost so young poor boy his life hadn't even begone.
why he had to go god just wanted him and for us the reason is unknown.
did he know how many friends he had how many faces cry how many people he left behind.
why did this happen well just never know sometimes i think these situations are better
left alone.
when i heard i couldn't breath all that filled my head was old memories.
riding bikes, swimming, fishing playing at the park now all i am left with is a broken
heart.
i looked at him as a little brother you see me treated me the same way as he did his
family.
call me names weasel around now i am so hurt to see hes not around.
he's with his in a better place he's with his best friend i am just so sad to see his
life end.
Copyright © Tifany Eaton | Year Posted 2005
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