I really hope Colin comes home...soon.
I cry that he's gone.
Not knowing where he is, what he's doing.
His friend, Cedric (cool as hell), wrote this poem...
It touched me.
3 white boys in the world of today
don't know which ways' up for down, and got so much to say
but aside from rebellion, their lives are quite good
just 3 white boys,
and they've been together so long, just a very long time
coming onto life, they speak in unison,
they speak with a rhyme.
their steeds of sincerity and innocence,
drive them further ahead into tomorrow.
but it's sorrow,
that fills up one's head and brings him down
and he prays that his hopes don't come down now
but the world's gone away,
he's still there, but it's dead
and he's wounded now, scarred.
the 2 other boys couldn't see what had happened,
their lives were in the shade
a degree so cool, the one boy knew not of what it was made
so sometimes, you must burn
and he did just that then
the other 2 moved on, and he wasn't heard from again.