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He was Gone

Contributed by annabell on Tuesday, 21st June 2005 @ 11:42:00 AM in AEST
Topic: SongLyrics



We buried Mr. Tony in his suit and tie.
An accomplished man of 35
Had three children and a wife.
He seemed ten feet tall and bulletproof lovin' every minute of life.
Oh why, why did he have to die?

We buried Morgan Ray in his favorite t-shirt and faded jeans.
He was only 21 why does God have to be so mean?
He was just startin' his life
He'd found the girl he wanted to be his wife.
It only took a second and he was gone.

We buried Justin Michael in his Sunday church clothes.
Just 19 years old an playfull 'till the end.
I still remember those summer Sundays
Justin jumpin' in the river in his suit and tie.
Then we'd walk home through the cornfields
Drip dryin' in the summer sun.
I'd give anything to have him back but Justin he's gone.

He was gone in the blink of an eye it only took a second.
Three young lives ended much to soon.
So say I love you to those around you dont wait till its to late.
'Cause it only took a second and he was gone.
He was gone.




Copyright © annabell ... [ 2005-06-21 11:42:00]
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Re: He was Gone (User Rating: 1 )
by c2b6s on Tuesday, 21st June 2005 @ 12:02:22 PM AEST
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very sad poem...well written


Re: He was Gone (User Rating: 1 )
by wlamom on Tuesday, 21st June 2005 @ 02:17:09 PM AEST
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Beautifully written!


Re: He was Gone (User Rating: 1 )
by Dorkfish on Wednesday, 22nd June 2005 @ 02:09:18 PM AEST
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Very sad .Though I am a little confused, who are those people and which one is the particular one you're writing about? Very nicely done.




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