Now I lay me down to sleep, 
with death's hands upon my cheek. 
so many times I've often cried, 
to live without you by my side. 
the gun you took to your own self 
has made my life a living hell.
now you sleep in hallowed ground, 
with no one there to calm you down. 
dreams of you at night I see, 
wishing you where here with me. 
flashing back to days of pain, 
the time in school I heard you were slain; 
memories of your mother's tears, 
the funeral home, 
the drips of fear. 
when I saw you in that caskett, 
all the notes that they had passed you, 
lips so blue, I thought I'd die, 
when I knew I'd said good-bye, 
no more micheal with his smile, 
just a headstone to last awhile.