Who...Why?

Why did she go? 

Why didn't she stay?

why do days come when you cry?

should I prey?

will I die?

is it true she's in a better place?

who will I talk to in the middle of the night?

who will guide me, not left, but right?

who will tell me what's good and bad?

who will tell me "better happy than sad"?

who will tell me live while you're young?

who will tell me your fun has just begun?

who's going to watch me walk across the stage?

who's going to rock me right now to this day?

she was like the blood in my vain,

it stopped...

she was the missing piece to my brain.

without her I can't think..

why?

why did she go?

Dedicated to: Mary Ann Patterson