I�m not god, so I have no right pretending to know,
Why it was your turn, your place, your time to go.
With that said I am a spirit, who is willing to play my part,
And as a spirit I reserve the right to have a broken heart.
I�m not perfect, therefor I will make mistakes,
But I�m still not sure I believe when its you he takes.
Sadness isn�t the right word, it has nothing to explain how I feel,
I now walk around in a daze, feeling like bacteria, nothing seems real.
If he could take your life so quickly, then mine isn�t of any worth,
Compared to your existence, I am nothing but a whisper on this earth.