Poem In Memory Of A Good Friend
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Published: Feb 2006
Broken beer bottles all around.
He thought that he would go for a ride
and have some fun,
He lays there pale and cold, like ice,
Why did he have to pay that price?
If only i could hear his voice,
Why did he have to make that choice?
Looking down at the ground were he lays,
Waiting for his voice to say I'm Ok
It feels like my heart went cold,
Please, Lord protect and take
his soul and I promise 'til my dying day
In my heart he will always stay.
(In remembrance of Scott Pace)