By now, one would think you would be used to it,
The breaking news,
The shock and disbelieve,
But its never the same,
Just like our finger prints.
Death's sorrowful trail,
A warning, is mostly too much to ask
Painful or peaceful neither matters
Friend or foe it wears the same mask
You are doomed not to remember its striking yap
Death's sorrowful trail
And this time, it hit home
Nice one... touch down,
Yanking away our beloved
Too soon, too quick
Too painful
Giving yesterday a bleak meaning
And taking away tomorrow's hope,
Death's sorrowful trail...
To friends that will forever be friends...
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