What 1994 was like for me.
It was the year of budding romances,
a time we believed in second chances.
What should’ve been a happy time of life
soon filled with heartbreak and strife.
That year began with doors open wide
until the day my best friend died.
It should have been a year, happy to the end;
that was before I lost my best friend.
Storm clouds raged all around
the day we laid him in the ground.
1994 should have been a year of fun,
now forever lost to a loaded gun.
We were supposed to graduate from high school;
instead I drowned in sorrow’s pool.
A great year 1994 started out to be,
until the night something died inside of me.