I had a best friend
Only one that I ever needed
Her name was Elizabeth


Her hair was a deep brown
And similar eyes
With cute glasses perched on her nose


Lizzy was perfect, like a follower of God
And everyone I told
Would know she was bold


We'd laugh together
Sometimes under perfect weather
Chasing each other


But then one day she died
I cried and cried
I wasn't ready for this time