I remember the times that we used to play.
And when we would talk 'till the skies got grey.
I remember how you used to always say
That one day, you would teach me to ride a sleigh.
I remember when you made fun of our teachers toupee.
But we all knew you were just making the "Joke of the Day."
I remember when you heard horrible things bullies would say
And then you would always stand in their way.
The last thing you spoke was trying to make a plea.
Something that you and he could try to agree.
You told him that fighting was not the way to be.
But he would not listen to thee.
His torment to you was a guarantee.
All because you did something stupid at a party.
He left you alone when he could finally see,
That he had let your spirit float free.
They said that when you were found
There was blood all around.
They said your face was puffy and round
Then people began to surround.
On the ground, your best friend began to pound.
He started crying, not caring who was around.
The stories are all different and you cannot make a sound
Now that you are six feet under the ground.
So now I'm here, at your grave, standing in the rain
Thinking how that guy could have been so insane.
But he will soon be in jail and he has nothing left to gain
Because with your life he has slain.
The drops are falling harder, seeming not to drain
My tears are now mixing with this rain.
Only for a couple weeks will writing this keep me sane
But these tears in my eyes will tell you of my endless pain.
