A friend That died.

Every once in a while,
Your mind travels back,
To the times in your life,
Where you're completely off track.

You can't undo the wrong,
that is already there.
Life is remembered,
and life isn't fair.

We are all dying,
but Dan has stopped,
how lucky his is,
that now he's on top.

He's looking down on us,
pitying our suffering,
why do we put up with this?
What is the purpose?

Never again will I have said,
That I regret what I did.
What's done is done, What's said is said.
What's life is life, What's dead is dead.

The privilege of being one of Dan's close friends,
Is an honor inside me that continues and lives,
Northing's so hard, not even you,
The world seems so old, however it's new.