For You

Your face still appears to me,
Though the image is hard to see,
I still hear your voice but this cannot be,
On that cold December night your soul was free,

A part of me died along side of you that day,
Deep inside I knew it would be this way,
Cause this is apart of the game we play,
It was god who had the final say,

Now the days without you they can seem so bad,
Times I think about you they seem so sad
But everlasting the good memories we had,
Help me carry on with a message things wont be so bad.

R.I.P John