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He was just but seventeen

And forced to say goodbye

Standing in the back of the room

He paused to take a deep breath in

Never did he really think that death

Enter his life yet again.



As the tears trickled down his cheeks

And his body soon became numb

Through his mind ran the memories

Times of joy and of sorrow

Him and her together as one

Now, it's only him, come tomorrow.



Slowly, yet swiftly to the front he walked

His hands cupper behind his back

Through his tears he looked at her

Death had taken it's final pick

By sacrificing this ones innocence

With mere disgust and feeling sick.



Bending down he grasped her hand

And brought it to his cold pale face

With one small kiss upon her skin

He slipped off her engagment ring

She doesn't need it anymore

For now she has her own pair of wings.



All who where there sitting in the rows

Watched in silence and in tears

Through the blank look of her cold eyes

He tried to remember the girl he knew

But in his heart he just couldn't

The peircing pain just only grew.



Once more he brought his head to hers

And whispered "I love you"

He gently touched her porcelain face

And again he started to cry

He put her ring on his finger

Then and there he decided to die.



A few last word were said in awe

As her casket began to lower

Everyone still remained quiet

Into the ground she did go

One by one they started to leave

As the wind began to blow...