Next month its my good friend muddbutt's death anniversary
I remember when I first met him
What a first great impression
With each passing visit he became a closer friend
From a brother to the end
He is now an angel flying in the heavens
A victim to a gruesome hit and run
He was taken before his time was up
But in this life god takes god gives
I hate to question why
Never any answers only tears in my eyes
They say not to stand at their grave and cry
We had lots of good times
Swimming at red rock diving off rocks
Hitting up girls to come and hang out
He was always one for an adventure
I miss him everyday and I wish we had time for one more muddbutt adventure