I've heard that you really don't know what you have until it's gone
Sadly now, I know it's true
It was not death itself that made me realize this
But the reaction of the one's it affected
The one man that would call me a friend
Broken
In tears
With his heart in pieces
And I couldn't do anything to help
I stood there as he sobbed
I watched his heart tear in pieces
He was helpless
I can't mend broken hearts
I don't have the right words
I've hadn't ever seen broken
Until I saw those tears
Rushing down his face
Then, I realized
I cannot mend a broken heart
I can't stop the tears from falling
I can't say the right words
I just have to watch
As the ones I tell myself I care about
Are ripped to shreds
By the death of a great man
So all I can do is
Hope and Pray
That one day
He'll be close to the same
A professor of mine passed away, and the people I call my friends were distraught. What was worst was when my best friend started to cry, and all I could tell him that everything would be alright, even though I knew that was a lie.