four years passed, and my grief has last. you left me alone and I grieve with my headphones on. you went to war and i was on the floor crying like never before. I wanted a call so you could say goodbye, but didn’t happened because you died and im still denied and i know you tried.
we were playing around as kids, now im older wish i could lay on your shoulder. so i wouldn’t have to lay and pray- for the day they took your breath away.
You died to young, run away from the gun and poff you were done. It cost your life to become a soldier, and now you will never be older.
screeching for you in the sky, but you went to high for my eye to lie. why dont you reply when I cry? It doesn’t have to be a goodbye, so why cant my tears dry.