Gone Too Soon
I woke up one morning to find my mom crying
at the thought that you were dying.
But how could you be taken so soon--
Now every night I stare at the blue moon
I hope you can see me from up there
while I’m down here wishing you were with me here
I wish you could see how far I've come
a college student I have become.
Along those motivational words you spoke all the time
It felt like a huge mountain I had to climb.
Just wish you were here to see that day come
to see the person I have become.
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