Four years young, one year dead
I replay your life, a film in my head
I can’t believe you stopped being real
I miss your sound, I miss your feel
Everything shattered, it all fell to bits
I try to rebuild, but nothing fits
I’m missing a piece, I know that it’s you
But now you’re gone, there’s nothing to do
You were my baby, my boy, my best friend
The Shepherd who loved me
Right to the end
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