As tears stream down are faces
we wonder why it happened to you.
you had just turned seventeen
the memories keep flowing through.
Your friends and family are hurting
as tear drops stain their cheeks.
why can't you come back for one day
or maybe even a week.
The laughs, the talks, the memories
are all they have left to hold on to.
The last time they saw you would be the last
but I don't think any one had a clue.
God called for an angel,
who knew it was gunna be you.
Some people will ask why not me
but God put your wings on and you flew.
11/04/08
