Rest well friend, hope it pains you no more.

What I thought was a dream seemed so real, it helped me deal. Now I'm told that you're gone, and I feel so alone. Your a memory so real it's stupid but I feel, the times that we spent, seemed so short I resent, never having a chance to know you better.

It makes me bitter to see that you were taken, so soon so mistaken. I see my good friend thinking of you it breaks him, and all I can say is take time and remember, for as long as he holds on your memory, then he won't be alone. And I'm here to help him try to feel strong.

But I'm not sure that I can, as I can't feel what it's like, for him to not know, the reason things happen, this bitch called fate that has taken, something so dear and so close.

Now all I have is a prayer, that your torment and pain was left in this place, As I think about the past, reminiscent of mistakes done and made, think things of fate and elate the success of life to create, move along this path it's innate. Now it's time to move, thus is fate. Nothing ever still one place. Come and take my hand come take my hand, this is fate, come and take a step we're not late. Join the ones that moved from this place, run along life it won't wait. Don't be busy staying come lets face, all the things in forward testing our faith.

I hope that this reaches you, though it was short that I knew you, I was happy to be given the chance to have seen you, and will remember the moments we had, as I knew them. My only hope is that you rest now, no troubles can reach you, and your friends will remember and live on in your legacy.