I took your life for granted,
   because I never knew that 
   something like this could
   happen to you.

I wish I was there to have
   shared your last breath;
   to be with you as you
   came near your death.

There were so many things
   I wanted to say - to tell
   you I love you and beg
   you to stay.

You were gone so fast; you
   never said "bye".You were
   taken away - I don't know 
   why.

Now all that is left to do
   is cry and see you again
   on the day that I die.

UNANSWERED QUESTIONS

How can you say things that 
   need to be said, when all
   that surrounds you will 
   soon be dead?

What can you do to get rid of
   your fears, just so you
   can live the rest of your years?

Why do we have feelings and
   why do we love, when all
   that we need is waiting
   above?

Where do we go now, and what
   do we do, when everything
   left reminds me of you?

When is it my turn and
   when can I go?  How could
   this happen to someone
   I know?