Goodbye John*not done yet*

by Sara   Apr 17, 2008


Too young to die is what you were
Only eighteen, it wasn't your turn
You held the light to get me through
Sports and songs, we believed in you
Graduation was coming, you would finally be free
Your cap and your gown, you could follow your dreams
With a mic in your hands or a ball in the court
You'd be famous one day, but your life fell so short

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