I always think about it i cant believe its true,
your really gone;
although i try to move on,
its just not the same without you.
i often think about this,
will i ever see you again?
i think i will but goodbye for now, until then, i miss you friend.
every time the sun comes out i will feel your warm embrace,
ill just close my eyes
and go back to good times
and a smile will cross my face.
and when the wind blows
i will hear your voice
so pure, calling my name
and yes i know my life will go on
it'll just never be the same
