Stephen

November 10th, a cold dark night.
You could feel that something wasn't right.
That night many hearts did cry.
When we learned we had to say goodbye.
All embraced under one common song.
The body is dead, but life lives on.
(Your body is dead, but your soul doesn't end.)
The body is dead, but life lives on.
Goodbye Stephen.
Goodbye you friend.
You were so young.
You were so young.
Goodbye Stephen.
Goodbye you friend.
You were so young.
The cars lined the streets, as it was coming to an end.
The sun shined so brightly, the day we burried our friend.
All embraced under one common song.
The body is dead, but life lives on.
(Your body is dead, but your soul doesn't end.)
The body is dead, but life lives on.
Goodbye Stephen.
Goodbye you friend.
You were so young.
You were so young.
Goodbye Stephen.
Goodbye you friend.
You were so young.
You were so young.
Losing in the fall.
Lost innocence came down.
An 18 year old boy was burried in the ground.
A family's broken hearts, his friend's streaming tears.
The peace found in death, the living's growing fear.
Of eternal darkness, or is it spiritual light coming to terms with death?
On the darkest night.
A brother lost a brother, a friend lost a friend, a mother lost a son, but Stephen's soul will never end.