It was just last week I was having a conversation with a friend who was questioning by social skills or better yet my response to people’s attempt at getting to know me.  She said that life is too short for me to be so anti-social.  I remember saying that what people see as me being anti-social is actually a coping mechanism, one that shields me from feeling the pain I felt, had to deal with and am still dealing with even after 8 years.  It is very difficult, for me, to be in a situation that I cannot control.  I always try to be in control, not of people, but of my life and what takes place within, but death has a way to send that control crashing into oblivion as though it didn’t exist.  This live we live and the world we live in tend have a crude way of reminding you that regardless of how much you think you have or are in control, it is all psychological.

It is scary that I had that conversation just last week because the state that constantly pops up every so often jumped out full force today.  What started out as a routine trip to the gym turned out to be the worse day of my life in the last 8 years.  I would usually start my 2 hours of gym by browsing the newspapers and shaking my head but today it was a shake of shock and disturbance followed by a part of me being ripped from my body.  Stories of death are always disturbing but today it was all pain and agony when I realized that this story of death and that face are not supposed to go together.

This life I live is constantly filled with tests of faith and it is very difficult to maintain a level head to keep that faith intact.  You look around you every day and see people die and question how is it that such a soul can be taken when there are so many viable ones to choose from.  You have people on this earth who serve no purpose but to be pests in people’s lives yet they continue to breathe the oxygen so many deserve.  It’s hard not to question God’s decision about the people he takes from my life but I just have to find solace in the fact that he is simply recruiting another angel.  That is what I have to keep telling myself to ease the pain that seems to linger everlastingly.

You were always a bubbly soul and the prescription available when a smile is needed to add some form of balance to a bad day.  It hurts to know that as of yesterday, your gift of making people smile will no longer be available. You were always a worrier but ten times the warrior.  I remember you always stressing about the smallest things and I would have to get upset with you for you to relax.  The last time that happened you were worried about not getting an acceptance letter for school and I told you that you can’t stress if the mailman is late.  You took my advice and went directly to the source and I remember you sending me a picture of your acceptance letter and how happy and relieved you were.  The last words you said to me were “Now give me all the advice I need”, hurts knowing I won’t be able to.  I don’t know which hurts more, the fact that you haven’t gotten to start living your life as yet or the manner in which you left this earth.

A life seems to be worthless these days because you are here today and in the blink of an eye and without notice you are gone.  Where is the eviction note, where is that itch you get in your throat just before you get the flu, where is the warning that you are supposed to get to let you know that you are about to suffer a great loss?  I can’t even say that we have to live our lives to the maximum and share every minute with the special people in it because it makes it that much worse when you lose them.

 

3 years yet an indelible mark and an empty space.

Rest in Peace Rheia

June 27, 1991 – August  11, 2015

 

The Good Die Young

Chris Martin

2015

 

Intro

The good die young

 

VERSE 1

Sit back and watch ma clock

As time moves in one direction

Even if I stop the time on ma watch time no stop even for a second

Mother leave home tell har kids dem later

Soon come back has turned into never

Life is such a mystery filled with joy and misery

 

VERSE 2

So many people pass

And di one who do di damage still de ya

Many daughters many sons

Never live to see what they could become

It is so sad to see

The broken possibilities

The endless opportunities

Of what their lives could

 

CHORUS

The good die young

The good die young

ooo

And it’s so wrong

It’s so wrong

Yeah

Hope their names won’t be forgotten

In a world that is so cold

One day they will feel the warm rays of the sun

The good die young

 

VERSE 3

Chances given

Never to be taken

Just the ones that would do their best

That always seem forsaken

In times like these the saviour we question

Oh why is it like this

Oh Lord Oh Lord

 

VERSE 4

Untold stories

Unfulfilled dreams

Never ending uncertainties

Unkept promises

C’est la vie

So goes the journey

And only Jah know the half when present turn to past

Another life cut short

 

CHORUS

The good die young

The good die young

ooo

And it’s so wrong

It’s so wrong

Yeah

Hope their names won’t be forgotten

In a world that is so cold

One day they will feel the warm rays of the sun

The good die young

 

BRIDGE

Oh Oh

Oh Oh

The good die young

And when it’s all said and done

The good die young

Ooh yeah

Many races left to run

The good die young

Many victories to be won

Oooh it’s so sad

 

CHORUS

The good die young

The good die young

ooo

And it’s so wrong

It’s so wrong

Yeah

Hope their names won’t be forgotten

In a world that is so cold

One day they will feel the warm rays of the sun

The good die young

Yeaah Lord

The good die young

The good die young

Good die young

Oooh Lord

And the good die young

Yeaaaah

 

SONG ENDS

 

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