I knew a boy
who didn't know how to live
so he decided to die.

And I know some people
who were hurt by his death
so they decided to cry.

I can't say that I agree with his decision
but there's nothing that can be done;
hindsight is alwasy twenty/twenty
sad, he wasn't yet a man.

So we took his body
and buried it North
in the place of such beauty.

And we all stood near
and shed common tears
because life, we hold so dear.

© J. Bernhard

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