My dear old friend
Who was beautiful in her way
She never knew who to depend
But then she found me and may
It was in the 4th grade when we met
Happy little kids we were
And we still are,I bet
Just want to make sure
Last saturday I was busy
While she was home,
She was breathing
Not sure if she was alone
That night was filled with tragedy
No words can explain
It was very badly
I was filled with pain
Now she is part of the stars at night,
One of the clouds in the day
Who ever killed her at the fight
I promise you .......... they will pay
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 8:01 PM UTC
My dear old friend
Who was beautiful in her way
She never knew who to depend
But then she found me and may
It was in the 4th grade when we met
Happy little kids we were
And we still are,I bet
Just want to make sure
Last saturday I was busy
While she was home,
She was breathing
Not sure if she was alone
That night was filled with tragedy
No words can explain
It was very badly
I was filled with pain
Now she is part of the stars at night,
One of the clouds in the day
Who ever killed her at the fight
I promise you .......... they will pay
This is dedicated to friend Cynthia also known as Ashely,who sadly passed away last saturday 3-9-13 R.I.P Cynthia I love you and wished we had spent more time
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