r.i.p
there you are surrounded by velvet and flowers. Your green blanket at your feet.
In your hand lays a gothic cross, the one i gave you at the fair last year. A token of our friendship.
Your blue eyes never to be opened again for your cystic fibrosis got the best of you. All around people crying.
All around are roses of reds and whites. Your doctor of 16 years says how valentine's day plays nicely with you. Since roses had always standed for your disease.
When i kissed my hand to touchs yours, i remember it like a shock of all our memories coming back.
Tears run down my face like water as it hits that my best friend is now gone. No more smiles and laugh shall come from your mouth.
At the end of your service i hear people say your service was the most beautiful they have ever seen.
I think to my self, of course it was. That was how she wanted it.
But now every time i go to vist, a piece of me is left behind.
In your hand lays a gothic cross, the one i gave you at the fair last year. A token of our friendship.
Your blue eyes never to be opened again for your cystic fibrosis got the best of you. All around people crying.
All around are roses of reds and whites. Your doctor of 16 years says how valentine's day plays nicely with you. Since roses had always standed for your disease.
When i kissed my hand to touchs yours, i remember it like a shock of all our memories coming back.
Tears run down my face like water as it hits that my best friend is now gone. No more smiles and laugh shall come from your mouth.
At the end of your service i hear people say your service was the most beautiful they have ever seen.
I think to my self, of course it was. That was how she wanted it.
But now every time i go to vist, a piece of me is left behind.