But when I woke up this morning, I didn't know it would be your judgment day
Thursday you were a phone call, Friday a question, by Saturday you were the reason behind a fistful of tears
And right now I'm wondering why you're no longer here
No facts reported, no word on the street
Just the result of what happens when misfortune and dreams meet
You grew up too fast, lived too hard and now you're gone too soon
But they say God makes no mistakes, so this is his Will I'm too assume
So I'll deal with the loss, deal with the pain and try to avoid the guilt and blame
I wasn't trying to change you, I just wanted to give you some game
But you were always gonna be you
So real, so true, but that's what bosses do
Indeed you were rare, with a heart as pure as water
A mind that knew no borders
I'm gonna miss your philosophy
Gonna miss your honesty
Gonna miss the way you made everyone laugh
I'm gonna miss the future you'll never have
I’m gonna miss watching you being a man around the ladies
Saw the article in the paper and thought, “Damn, one of my babies!”
A book with a false cover, everything wasn't what it seemed
They didn't know your intelligence, had no idea you were on the road to your dreams
Deferred, hope lost on the street, the muted wisher
Thursday you were a phone call, Friday a question, by Saturday your name floated through the air like a whisper
And I prayed that God spared your soul on Sunday…
I was dreaming when I wrote this, forgive me if it went astray.
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