When I was told
you and I were young
I was your friend
you were mine
That day you were gone
I thought it was all okay
but when they told us the news
everything changed
When they told us my heart skipped a beat
maybe two
or three
I couldn't hear anything
it seemed the world had stopped spinning
and the sun had stopped shining
and the love had stopped spreading
and the happiness dissolved
into a black hole of emptiness
I remember when you came home
and you called me around 5:00pm
to come spend the night
and I did
That night before bed
I heard you say
I
would
do
anything
to
get
her
back
Now I think
If God is so great, why does he **** innocent good people?
In 3rd grade a little after winter I remember our class and the 4th grade class gathering into our classroom, my friend Izzy and her family were gone that day. Everyone thought we were in trouble. I noticed some older kids were there too. It was then the teachers told us the story:
When Izzy's mom was going to set up her mothers or her grand mothers funeral she was on a private jet with another man, the pilot, and the copilot. When the plane was landing it started to have some issues and the plane went up hit the top of a tower went down and crashed. No one lived. Izzy was 9, her brother was 10, and her sisters were in their teens. The night she got back, she asked me to come over. I came over to find a few more friends over she seemed fine. That night before I went to bed a lady came to say goodnight to Izzy and I heard he say in a weak voice, "I would do anything to get her back."
Her mother was a good person.
Now Izzy lives in Washington DC
I worry about her everyday, she is 13, boy crazy (in a bad way, no offense), her father has no time for her, she is influenced by her older siblings, and she is trying terrible things.
Izzy was my best friend and I hate to see her life get wasted this way.