You were there when we had the flu,
You told us never go blue,
God I miss you,
I love u like a brother and no other,
Now that your gone were all alone,
We cry and sing our lullabys,
Now its time to say our good byb's,
There are no more saying hi,
Or you saying good byb,
You were love and you loved back,
This is a loss that cant never be taken back,
So here are our cry's of good byb's,
So see you up in the sky where heven lie,
IN MEMORY OF ANDREW MICHAEL HATFIELD.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a poem about a freind that die of mine!