Gone Way Too Soon
I heard a rumble from the hillsides.
I saw a cloud turning gray.
And in my time of sorrow,
I saw you drift away.
I hear laughter from the angels.
I think of choirs in the sky.
As memories come easy,
I try hard not to cry.
I did all I knew to keep you here.
I could not make you stay.
You did what you wanted,
You always got your way.
I hold the truth within my heart.
But I never understood,
Knowing you liked doing things,
Unhealthy cause you could.
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