• Up in heaven I have an old Friend,
    He was there and with me until the end.
    From the time we were just walking down a street,
    To now at the place where both of us meet.
    We were walking and talking and laughing with such joy,
    My heart told me I would never be used as I toy.
    A man ran up to us holding a gun,
    He laughed and grinned like it was such fun.
    My friend told me to hide I could not stay,
    But all I could do was stand there 'cause I didn't know what to say.
    Then the man came up and shot him 8 inches from his chest,
    I should stop what I'm saying you don't want to know the rest.
    The shot rang blinding and clear,
    I fell to my knees shaking in such fear.
    I ran to my friend and held him close as the man ran away,
    The look in my friend's eyes gave me the message he had something to say.
    With his last breath of air he told me how he loved me so,
    But now he said that he had to go.
    And dead in my arms he lay in front of me just there,
    As tears ran down my face I thought it wasn't fair.
    Now I stand upon his grave thinking of how it used to be,
    And I think of what he said and know he is thinking of me.
    I hear his voice, feel his warmth and know he will always be with me.