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.