Taken

The rain pours over the cold grave
And the thunder cracks!

The man cries with a sullen moan
As his tears make a splash!

Everyone is gone and he was left
how could he leave?!

His best friend, no, his lover,
He died because of greed

The weeping man closes his eyes
And takes in a breath

There is nothing left he could do
This was his lover death

The name written on the stone
Will never fade away

And every day he will not forget
To bow and then pray

People in our lives will not be
Here now and forever

God takes them away at times
so soon we can be together