Poem – The Young Gone

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gone,
The family filling oceans of tears,
And here I am, I can’t even get to your funeral,

I can’t see your brother, I can’t tell him it’s going to be good,
No one wants to die alone, but now you’re gone,
I drink that glass, for you that have passed,
Sending you to heavens gate with a song,

A song of sadness and sorrow,
The whole family is looking up for you,
We all can see the heaven open and take you in,
But we refuse, we refuse to believe it,

We refuse to give you away,
The young,
The young that die, how can one stop to cry?

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