He Was Just Too Young To Die

Why does it always seem
To happen to the nicest ones?
You know it will arrive one day
But you're shocked when it comes

It never should have came to him
While he was so young, just sixteen
Something in his head killed him
For a while I thought it was just a bad dream

I watched my brother hurt so much
His best friend since they were small
Got a plane and never came back alive
That day Sam died, my brother lost it all

And I was only 12 and I was confused
How could someone so alive one day
Have something so evil inside
That was set to take him away?

I think about you every day, Sam
And I know my brother does, too
I remember how you made me laugh
I remember that I had a crush on you

You were always smiling
Always so nice and polite
I didn't dare to believe it
When I heard the news that night

Thought it was just a sick joke
So I laughed it off, not wanting to believe
But soon I found you were in fact dead …
And I watched myself and my brother grieve

I'm sorry, Sam that you never
Got to be the millionaire
You and my brother bet you'd be
It’s just so damned unfair

I wish, I really wish that
I could see your smile once more
Wish I could hear you tell your jokes
But you’re gone for good, and what for?

Why? Why take someone
We all loved so, so much, why?
I just don’t understand it
He was just too young to die

And every April 21st
My brothers birthday, and yours too
I cry and cry, and so does he
Nearly six years now, but we still miss you.

We always will.

© Copyright Sharon Ardern 2005