I'm not sure he really knew
Of all the things
He was gonna do
Before his time on earth slid to a halt.
An inspiration to us all
Raising money for a cause
When he barely had the time left for himself.
He was a talent and a joy
Just a simple teenage boy.
Or at least that's how he always made it seem.
But we knew him as an angel, a camper, and a friend.
Just a boy, a ukulele, and a dream.
He would sing and laugh and smile.
Ran whole-hearted that last mile.
He did everything he could till he was done.
He was caring, he was kind.
Made a hand print on mankind
Now I'm glad he's found his place beside the sun.
I wanted to call but I think I was scared
That it just wouldn't feel quite right.
I don't think I believed it would be the last chance.
Now I think about it every night.
Our senior year at camp together.
Didn't think it'd be the last.
I wonder if it would've been different at all.
But no one can change the past.
I wish I could write this in the clouds.
So you can read it from up there.
But I'm forced to write it on paper
So I'll just say it in a prayer.
These words will float like bubbles
So you can listen way up high.
And you'll hear them while you play
Your ukulele in the sky.