Dont go.

6 months gone by since we found out,
an uncertain disease we knew nothing about.
over the days and week, each passing hour,
it all getting a little more fowler.

no one wants to see you go so soon,
over and over we play your favorite tune.
everything is getting more real as you write your will.
you want to be buried in that graveyard across the mill.

you have everyone tearing up,
and we all ask a favor to god.
don't take this poor man as quick as you are.
he only 37, and has many more dreams to fulfill.

it will be okay, i love you Uncle Dave.