As I stand at the end of the road, I wonder what could have been, and what was. I remember your smiling face, your caring eyes, your loving heart. but thats all gone now, and your not here with me, and as they take you away, to your final resting place, I wonder why wasnt it me? Why did you die for me? The gun was aimed at me, why did you have to push me away? why did you die for me?I wish I could turn back the clock,and and have you live again.I wish,it was me in that pine box,not you.Why am I to live?You had a heart of gold,so pure and true,why did you let it be you?I just sit and cry now,because I know,how much of a friend you really were,and I regret not realizeing it sooner,but I know,tears will never bring you back to me.

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