Dead at 13

May 27, 2011
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How could a loving teen
Life end at just 13
I went to the funeral
There he lay cold and motionless

I saw his mother weep
ijust sit there and didn't say a peep
I looked at all the pictures of memories we keep
For to me he's not gone

Yeah he may lay in that casket
But how can that be?
I was there when he shot his first basket
I have shed many tears throuht out the years

But the tears i shed now are different from those of last years
For the tears i cry are of joy
the smile i wear can be seen from a mile
To the police he's just a file

But to me he was a pal
knowing that i won't see him for a while
tear's me apart
But he will alawys be in my heart

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