Taken

This isn't my best, I needed more time. Perhaps I'll write another. Lesthat's not an easy subject for me.
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Fondly I've remembered you with a sadness in my heart,
ever since the day was declared your soul had to depart.
Do you hear me think when all thoughts are about you
as I sit and think about your life that went askew?

Again I see that face of yours, that smile and those eyes,
and then my thoughts are woken up by your family's cries.
The tears they sob of love and pain trickle down their cheeks
as emotions gather into words, but words that no one speaks.

A friend, a son, a brother, and father, all these things you were.
Now looking back on your small life it all seems a shameful blur.
Never will I hear your voice or meet you face to face.
I'm only left with memories known and a lost life to trace.

I think of how you died, how a drunk took you away...
Took out all your color and left you dead and gray.
Brought into the world with many gifts to be laden,
taken away at eight-teen was Lesthat Hayden.