That cross right there.
A name carved there.
A girl so young.
A girl well loved.

Seventeen and beautiful.
Full of life, full of love.
Remembered forever for dying young.

Always in our hearts,
Imprinted on our souls,
Living in our memories,
As we continue alone.

A girl so powerful a town mourned.
A girl whose death left us all torn.
A girl whose love as so warm.

Today would have been your twentieth birthday,
But you aren’t here to celebrate.
And at the end of the day I don’t regret,
The time I had and the way we met.

Your friendship was an anchor,
And without it I would have drowned.
But there are still days I feel I’m going down.

See that cross right there.
A name carved there.
She was my best friend.
And now she is gone.