To lose a friend is one thing,
Missing them daily is more;
Something so hard to get over,
As you begin to miss them more;

You remember all the things you did,
And all the fun that you ever had;
You wish that they were here again,
Because the days are getting sad;

You can try and wish them back again,
Hoping you’ll see them tomorrow;
All that you want right now,
Is something to take away the sorrow;

The pain you feel inside yourself,
Makes you want to hide and cry;
And now that they have gone away,
You look to God and ask him why;

There really isn’t any answer,
To why you’re left here alone;
And we may never really know,
Why they’ve gone and left their home.