Many months has passed without you here.
Still can't help thinking about you.
Looking down on us- i know you must be near.
Where does life all leads to?
Came across your friends once or twice,
taliking about you- crazy things you did.
How old you were- how time flies.
About the flames you used to lit.
I didn't knew you as good as them.
I wish i did- what were you thinking about?
All your crazy views you had to defend.
Misunderstood by most of the crowd.
Nowadays i'd like to remember you as a man
who was always happy and cheerful,
but whose life came too quickly to an end.
I picture you're smiling when you look down on us all.