Don't teach me how to fly like you did,
Or say that you yearned to float.
And all the pain that you hid;
You yelled it to a rope.
All the world so loved you,
But, it was the end you chose.
So when the finals winds blew
I pray they saw you home.
Amen.
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 7:02 AM UTC
Don't teach me how to fly like you did,
Or say that you yearned to float.
And all the pain that you hid;
You yelled it to a rope.
All the world so loved you,
But, it was the end you chose.
So when the finals winds blew
I pray they saw you home.
Amen.
When a friend dies, it's a tragedy, when a young person dies; travesty. When they chose it, there a simply no words. I love you always bud, and forever.
