Circles & Books

The circle begins when your born you either live or die and I still ask God why did you have to have this page in the book called my life be torn?
The death of a loved one is so hard,its not like Christmas or a birthday, you can't just say "oh I'll just make a card."
Through all my pain its so hard not to just let my tears fall like rain.
On this December day' I don't care if its true that a real man's not supposed to cry, i'll let my tears fall anyway.
its so hard to loose my friend, it feels as if the world has found a end.
now i watch them lay you down, its so hard not to frown.
god i ask you please, i'm pleading on my knees, don't let me forget his memories.