We stuck by each other
through thick and thin.
When times got tough
we held it in.
I only knew you for a few months; maybe a year
But our friendship was so near, and so dear.
The night you died
I cried and cried.
Well ya' made the news! I
think it was eleven, maybe seven.
But even now as I sit here and
reminisce, I wonder why God
had to take you; why you had to fly off to
I know you are always here for me
on every turn, whicha way and angle.
I know you'll always protect me
because you're my gaurdian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem