Blair Holt
A little to generous you could say
Jumped in front of a classmate about to be shot on the CTA
Leaving his family and friends with all the pain
Knowing Blair wouldn't be there to share the rest of his days
A missing piece of their family puzzle that can never be replaced
Just because someone thought it was their right to take it away
A little to generous you can say
Not to many people would do the same
Knowing they wouldn't live to see another day
Six feet under did it really have to be that way
I guess Blair just wanted to save the day
But was the day really saved
Blair's life was still taken away
A little too generous you can say
He was a honor roll student on his way
Could have been our next doctor to cure a disease taken millions away
Could have been our next black president working to make the world a better place
I guess he was in the wrong place at the wrong time
He was shot by a gang member fearing for his life
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