You’ll always be eighteen
with a sparkle in your eye;
Anxious to test your dreams,
determined to fly.
Your smile will be cherished,
like sparkling diamonds in the night sky;
Yours was a soul truly blessed,
How could anyone ever want you to die?
You were taken too early –
The world never knew what they lost.
You were stolen, without glory,
A crime with no repayable cost.
You’ll always be missed,
with a desire to be kissed;
and thought of constantly
as if for the world to see.
Maybe I will hear you tonight,
in a dream of yesteryear;
Maybe you’ll release this fright,
with words to calm every fear.
Or maybe I will wake up
and you won’t be there.
A reminder of a world corrupt
and a punishment not fair.
I guess the point is I miss you
and everything that once was.
Maybe one day, far from now,
I’ll see you – just because –
and we will laugh about the times that used to be
Just like in the memories of me.