Here Lies My Friend

He was seventeen with a strong head on his shoulders.

A boy becoming a man too early.

Childhood stolen by sin.

He was hanging on by a single thread.

Raised by a family of tragedy.

He sought for a better strategy.

Looking for solace in the arms of many.

A prince not ready to take the throne.

His kingdom fell before his eyes.

My dear friend, where is your fire?

The longing and desperate desire.

Now all I see is agony.

But hush now child, it's my turn to help.

In return for the many times you've seen me hurt.

I'll dry your tears like you did mine.

Make you feel better by singing your favorite rhyme.

Now that we're older and the world remains colder.

With frostbite on our hands, we still lean on each other's shoulders.

My dear friend, I wish you were alive.

Because despite our difference.

We never kept distance.

And the world will one day see.

Here lies my friend who lived a short life.

It's bitter, yet you wished me alright.

You'll remain younger and I'll get older.

My dear friend, one day I'll die.

To see you in heaven, my morning light.