My Best Friend
Dedicated to my grandfather
My best friend has gone again
Never to return again
Left without saying a sound
Left lifeless in a bed alone
Never to walk again
My best friend went away
Never to see the lights of day
Never to see a smiling face
Gone away to a better place
I'll never see your face again
Cept in these torn old photographs
I'll never see your smiling face
Telling me everything's okay
I'll never hear your voice again
As these memories fade away
Like these old beat up photographs
That have fallen apart like my memories have gone away
Since you've gone away
We've been parted like night and day
Never again to talk all day
Tell me are you happy there?
There are so many things i need to tell
Lost in a world so cold
You have left me here alone
Without someone to talk to anymore
My best friend has gone again
Never to return again
So many things left unsaid
So many things left undone
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Janetta Poitra
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