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by Erika Feb 16, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
Silence fills the room, Eyes begin to water. The room turns to gloom, Death has visited once more. Stories pour Rumors flea Harts brake Eyes cry Girls brace Boy embrace Mothers moan Fathers question Everyone hates to know the truth, They wish it a lie, or even a joke. But everyone knows, Death has no humor. By some mistake in fate, Only one was hurt, And fatally killed, an entire school, an entire family, an entire neighborhood. Why they ask, Why him, It was not meant for him. They all ask the same question.In memory of Johnny Young Jr.