Him and that guitar

September 29, 2006 was a very bad day,
it was a day that a very important person passed away,
his name was Brandon Micheal Maynard,
i used to sit in my friends yard while he played his guitar,
that music played in my heart,
while the news tore me apart,
i wish he was here,
so the music could once again play in my ears,
i did not know him all that well,
but i knew his name and his talent for playing that guitar,
i wish i knew what troubled him so,
it was hard to hear about him letting his life go,
i miss being at my friends house and seeing him pull up,
pull up in his old beat up truck,
his car nor his truck sit in his drive way,
and if things could ever be the same again,
id have it my way,
i would hear his tunes play,
after school every day,
i would hear his engine roar,
or see him walk in and out of his front door,
some days i hear the sound f that guitar,
but i know im just dreaming,
and inside im screaming,
"BRANDON COME BACK, ILL HELP YOU GET YOUR LIFE ON TRACK!",
but maybe he can hear me,
or maybe he can see me,
maybe hes listening to me right as i speak,
and i feel like an idiot for wanting to cry,
but ill grit my teeth and ill try,
Brandon, ill never forget you and the way that you played that guitar,
the sound will never leave my heart ...