along went a little peice of everyone,
with prayers ro God that when everyone's turn,
we'd meet once again in heaven.
What was so bad,
what went so wrong,
where you felt to solve it,
you had to be gone.
Your face is seen,
now in memory or photo,
if only someone could have been there,
to tell you please don't go.
So close was everyone...yet fearful,
that the youth might look down,
every since that final day,
you made your troubles publicaly known.
Though hurt and grief is present,
soon in the past they will be,
and then will turn to strength and love,
for that caring man we used to see.
You're missed,
you're loved,
you're admired,
now an angel high above.
Now in so many's minds,
you'll live on,
not just of the times you fell,
but also when you pulled through and won.