A drop of blood spilt, so young
Crowds crying
Parents feel sorrow over a young man dying.
Tragic crash
Life no more
He has breathed his last breath
There are Policemen at the door.
Friends remember the times
love ones see the tragedy
Roses are laid
Banners long as the eye can see.
Numb, Shock.
When all is said and done
Family and friends cry,
Crying over the one who left us so young.
After the burial
Things settle down,
The tears dry briefly
The closest friends frown.
Drama starts,
People compare their hurts
Gossiping rings the ears,
Of the ones wearing the lost boy face on T-Shirts.
The loss of the person is soon forgot
All that remains is the arguing crowd,
Arguing over who was a friend and who was not.
They don't know how to respect the dead
Crying, fighting and Rumors spread
Rumors about the poor lost youth,
Spoken directly above his head.
Anger stains the young peoples heart
Tattoos, shirts, and Decals are all that remain
The others always feel the pain,
When they look around and see the walls,
Scribbled upon them is the boy's name.
The fallen boy face is all over the news
People feel guilt and fill up the pews
Family and friends rush over to his house, to share the grief
Suffocating the family and playing favorites, there is no relief.
Ex-Friends, Old friends refuse to make amends
All this drama and confusion trying to be the friend who was the best
All this occurred when young man was laid to rest.
If they all knew how much he really cared
They would all be silent,
For now he has started a new life afresh,
He is sitting beside the word that, long ago, had become flesh.
