Young Life

This was a tribute to the two seniors in our high school who died in January.

Why are our friends dropping like flies?
Many never even got to say our last goodbyes.
It isn't fair, they were too young to shut their eyes.
They will never hear the heartbroken cries.

It's so unfair that their day turned to night.
It's unfair that their eyes won't shine so bright.
It's unfair that we lost their light.
It's unfair that we had to say goodnight.

Now they fly by moonlight.
Just as weightless as a kite.
Their beautiful souls will highlight,
as stars at midnight.

We will remember you when we look to the sky.
Another friend, another ally.
When we see another firefly,
we will force ourselves to say goodbye.

The End

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