To young to die
Through broken tears I felt your pain,
You struggled through life, you had no fame,
"Unfair" is all the Doctors say,
When we laid you down to rest that day.
"To young to die" we all cried out!
I look to the heavens and then I shout.
"Why him O'Lord, oh Why not me!,
I ask of you on bended knee".
I bowed my head and felt my shame,
for heavens gate opened and I felt the rain,
"Dear Lord forgive me" was all I could say
for I know you died too with my friend that day.
You struggled through life, you had no fame,
"Unfair" is all the Doctors say,
When we laid you down to rest that day.
"To young to die" we all cried out!
I look to the heavens and then I shout.
"Why him O'Lord, oh Why not me!,
I ask of you on bended knee".
I bowed my head and felt my shame,
for heavens gate opened and I felt the rain,
"Dear Lord forgive me" was all I could say
for I know you died too with my friend that day.
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