AN EARLY END

A harsh grave,
An early end,
A brief but beautiful life my friend,
I miss you - Why did you have to go?
But you are happy,
Somehow I know,
When they told me that you had died,
I felt so cold,
I had to cry,
Where the car wrecked, there is still a stain,
As in agony you had lain,
The people don't notice just drive on,
I want to yell, "Stop cry with me she's gone,"
I am going to cry again,
For one last time good-bye my friend