She can't do anything but cry,
It hurts so much inside.
Now life seems so wrong!
Who will she go to now?
Who will she try to make pround?
Why was he the one to lose his life?
Why didn't anyone stop the fight?
His family sits around wondering why,
Why did he have to be the one who died?
Everyone tries to move on,
It's hard knowing that he is gone.
His son will never know,
He always played in the snow.
He lived life to the fullest,
In the winter his hands were always the coldest.
Now he is dead,
There is nothing more to be said.

R.I.P
Stephan Knowlton