| Farewell |
| We never got a chance To really say goodbye. We never even knew Away you meant to fly. The day was bright and sunny, But you weren't there to smile. We all wished that we could see you, But we won't for quite a while. Your sister sat there crying. Your parents sat nearby. The service was full of memories. I couldn't help but cry. When Shawn spoke, He let his ters fall. His words, and Cynthia's, Touched us all. This is my goodbye, My farewell. Scott, I hope You're in heaven, not hell. |
| Dedicated to the memory of Scott Sumrow. May God grant that he has found the peace of mind which so eluded him in life. |
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