17

She opens up the paper, on that fateful day
Monday March 9th, and reads
3rd page in, she sees the obituary of a young man of 17
She reads into the article, and realizes what hes done
She reads the note he wrote, and then begins to cry
The obituary said Happy Birthday, that young man of 17
You'll be happy now, in your kingdom of dreams
This day of birth and death will be remembered for all our lives
She thinks, it didn't have to be like this, it shouldn't have been
But while the young man of 17 though of her and their long lost love
It drove him to the bottle, a bottle filled with memories
He remembered the day they 1st kissed
He remembered all the days he held her in his arms
He remembered every time they laid in his bed and said, I love you
He remembered the day they 1st made love
He remembered the joy he had
But all those memories did was make the tears fall like rain
As that young man of just 17, remembered his long lost love
He picked up the bottle, and finished that last swig
Then he went for it, the gun he had held many a time
But tonight, on this supposed to be joyous night
All it brought was pain
She sits there reading, and she begins to cry
She thinks, Why did I let him do it? Why did he even try?
As he lays in his casket, there is 1 thing left alive
The old flame of his long lost love, that young man of 17 held onto
Thinking it might grow again
But as they lay him in the ground, the flam began to flutter
He watches from up above, seeing what he has done
And he hopes his dying wish comes true
The wish that she will remember him for who he was, not for what he did
And that she would be happy, amount the kingdom of the living
But never let the flame of their love die out, her and that young man of 17