Treasure Island

Dwayne Earle Gordon


CC (Chris) Sound The Big Thing


He was a friend and a brother
He was a son to his father
And a father to his son and daughter
He was a husband to his wife
He was the man.
I remember the times when we used to hang out until 3 in the mornings just playing dominoes, the jokes we made.
Now that you're gone we're empty, I'm empty.
There is no other person in the world that could ever be the friend that you've been for the past twelve years my brother.
Who am I going to drive around with now?
Who am I going to tell my stories to, and ask for their opinion?
All the years we've been friends I never thought that one of us would leave the way you did
I'm empty, I'm weak, and I stilll can't believe that you passed away
You were always willing, always smiling
You always kept your cool.
Remembering our past, I don't know how I'm going to go on
But I have hope, I have dreams, that one day we are going to meet again my friend
'No man is an island'
Now that you're gone from this sinful world
Rest in peace my Brother
Rest In Peace.



05: 02: 2006

Submitted: Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Edited: Friday, July 23, 2010

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