i was only 13 i barely knew anything at all
the summer was ending and so began fall.
the events of october second replay over in my head
everythings so clear, the thoughts and what was said
it was a day like anyother, i woke up and went to school
i came home and ate, everything seemend normal and cool
you said you were lying down for just an hour or two
little did i know that would be the last time i spoke to you
across the street i could hear the sirens
i remember thinking "what? i dont see any fire?"
as fast as i could i ran back home
but by the time i got there it was too late, you were gone
the drive to the hospital was silent and still
i could sence the tension, i could feel the chill
as we sat and waited i began to cry
everything hit me so hard, i couldnt let you die
still the doctor came in and told us what we already knew
the next week was totally focused on you
friends, family, everyone came
but without you there it didnt feel quite the same
i couldnt look at you, it was too much to bare
i hated myself, for i could have helped if only i had been there
they proceeded with the service and a woman sang "amazing grace"
now everytime i hear that song it brings a tear to my face
but among the saddness of that week i look back and remember
you taught me so much, and were the best father ever
my picture of you will never bend nor break
in my eyes you always were the best, never wrong or fake
 
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