part 7

for all the money i had i would sacrifice everything i have for a time machine

i would go back to sixteen

just to see you once more

just before death knocked on your door

twenty one years old

and your story is still being told

i am nearly that age

hoping my life does not hold that same page

we know it was cut short

but your dream to help came true there are hundreds you support

nothing will ever be the same

but you have a whole charity in your name

to believe this ever happened i habe refused

still so so confused

the only thing that heals that my pain

is knowing that we meet again