Danielle

One day, my mother said there was something to tell me
'A friend of ours has just passed away, slowly.'
It was Danielle, my dear old friend
And in a car accident, she came to her end
I went to her funeral, bawling, endlessly crying
What was the point of it all, the point of dying?
And why did it happen to her, someone so perfect?
I don't think she'll know the impact, the afffect
She had on everyone around her, everyone she met
It wasn't her time to go, dammit! Not yet!
I don't understand it, why she had to leave
But she is happy, where ever she is, that I believe.

*This is deticated to Danielle, my dear friend, who had a beautiful voice, a beautiful heart, and a beautiful soul. Rest in Peace, Danny.*