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Was it you I saw that yesterday three years ago?
Sitting next to the tombstone?
It is sad to think that you are gone.
Braces were still clamped to your teeth when they laid you in the ground all alone.
Watermelon lip gloss faded to black paint around our eyes.
We masked ourselves from the world in our Erie disguise.
The moment I saw your metal smile, I watched you laugh away your tears.
Hiding the emotion from the world because of cliche fears.
And I look back at the tomarow after yesterday
And everything seems the same.
The streacher rolled across the marble floor.
I cried as they shut the door.
Your life was stolen but the God that had made you.
You had so much more to do.
People would make fun of the braces you wore.
Call you silver to hurt you more.
But you were not a silver or a gold to me.
Your were family, and that is the only thing in life, were color doesn't shine.
