**“Ode to a friend”** was written as a tribute to one of my best friends who passed away in cancer when we were only 15 years old. At the same time it’s a bittersweet celebration to life and friendship.
You were young, you had barely turned fifteen
When they stuck you underground
You took you're voice and buried it within
Oh how I miss that sound
And it was cold, when they took you
You were supposed to get old, just like us
I never told you, you never heard, what a friend you were
The girl who rose the lust inside your soul
Now she is crying infront of me
Her tears are falling softly on the floor
While she's asking you for peace
And it was cold, when they took you
You were supposed to get old, just like us
I never told you, you never heard, what a friend you were
I can still remember knocking on your door
Just to say goodbye my friend
Your father took my hand and shook his head
You had already gone away
And it was cold, when they took you
You were supposed to get old, just like us
I never told you, you never heard, what a friend you were
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