too soon
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Dark places
No sound
Was this my familiar bed and place?
Or was this new and strange.
Only smells and touch to tell me
I was restrained to my bed
For I was unable to grow.
I was loved
If I could write a song for you... It would be about who's who and whos not and how I couldn't find me....excited lost and scared it's the rest of my life..... I wanted more..
A life too soon ended,
So many left behind.
Seventeen years suspended,
Too early to resign.
A father, a son,
A friend to many.
If such a thing could be undone,
We'd spend a pretty penny.
