He was my soul brother.
The only one I had.
Everything was going fine,
Untell it started getting bad.
He was 19.
Though he looked fine.
There was something no one could see.
There was a sine.
Three days goes by,
Sence the last I heard.
He's now something with wings,
No not a bird.
He's an angle,
Flying high with grace.
But our pain is stronger,
It's something we can never imbrace.
I sometimes wonder,
With him up so high.
If he can hear me,
Every time I cry.
My dearest soul brother,
I wish you were home.
If you were here,
I would take you to Roam.
But alas you are not.
You are where your new home is.
You stay there and play your sweet song.
For there you can never miss.
'Cause up in Heavin,
A day is a seconed.
It may be years to us here,
But we all know that time is near.
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Some are hunted some are killed,
All that's hurt if lucky will be shealed.
However the ones who are wanted the most,
Shall have no futer, no love, and no hoast...
All that's hurt if lucky will be shealed.
However the ones who are wanted the most,
Shall have no futer, no love, and no hoast...