Michael

I don’t know why I’m crying so much

I didn’t know him that well, but

Now I’ll never get the chance

Never get the chance.

The room is so quiet and so cold

People are talking about times of old

All I can do is imagine

All I have is my imagination

As soon as we met, it was like we clicked

Conversation ran free, no need for a kick start

We could have talked forever, but time was limited

Time is forever limited

Our time runs out all too quick

And I am full of regret

It’s true what they say, strike while the iron is hot

I wish I had struck while the iron was hot

I feel as if I’ve been walking through a never-ending maze

All my life, stumbling over everything, confused and in a daze

It took this day to bring me closer to the centre, tranquillity

Why does it take something so horrible, to bring us closer to tranquillity?

Why does it take something so horrible to bring us together?