For the fisrt time in my life, I have fallen on my knees,
Sobs tearing from my chest and my held pounding from the inside out.
I have lost my footing, I have lost my best friend.
No one to help me up, No hand for me to hold,
How could this have been you time, You werent even old.
Your amazing person ripped from my hands, like a violent move, that has left me sad.
No horror movie could reveal this pain,
No country song to inflict this type of injury.
A thousand tears have fallen down my cheeks,
I thousand times a day I stop to think,
Am I ok, Will I ever be.
With my life in scatter, What else could matter,
Nothing left, Nothing new.
My life is pointless and hollow now that is it lived without you.
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