When faced with a doom of someone near,
Some scream in horror and grief,
Some cry tears to warm the snow,
I stay quiet with no words to say.
I do wish he would longer stay,
But the earth, this world, has it's way,
He was only fifteen, he had ways and dreams,
The earth takes him back sooner though, it seems.
Well I wish I would feel, I wish I'd react,
But I don't deserve to do any of that crap,
I wasn't his friend, I wasn't near him,
But death is dim, and so now is he.
'I won't forget the dreams you couldn't be.'
I forgot, and in silent despair does life move on with me.
In my sweet seventeen.