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For Lucy
Lucy died not too long ago
Her time was up, she had to leave
Now, I sit alone at her grave
Speaking to the stone in grief
Lucy glowed
Oh boy, did Lucy shine
She could make anyone smile
Even when there were terrible thoughts in their mind
Lucy and I, we were tight
I knew her very well
And no matter what anyone said
She never wished them ill
But Lucy had a problem
Lucy was very sick
At first, you'd never notice
But the disease sped up, consuming her real quick
I went to visit her every day
Because it always made her glad
No matter what procedure had to be done, or how sick she was
She never seemed too sad
In that hospital room,
So very white and bleak
Lucy and I would sit and talk for hours
About anything and everything we'd think
Some days she'd be strong
Just like she'd been before
She'd tell me she was getting better
But, really, she was losing her war
One day, I had a lot on my mind
Test upon test, and fights with friends
So, instead of going to see my Lucy
I stayed home, to further my own ends
But what I didn't know, was that that night
Lucy had a procedure, and this procedure went very wrong
Because of the disease Lucy wasn't strong enough
So at midnight her mother called me up
To tell me my best friend was gone
So, here we are, back at the grave
And I wish I'd gone to see her
To tell her that I loved her
And that I'd never forget her
So, Lucy, I hope you're listening
I miss you more than I can say
Soon enough we'll be together
And I'll tell you everything I wish I'd said that day
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