• It Had To Happen
    All you wanted to do was play
    It had to happen this way
    The day the dirt crashed down
    Your friend wasen't around
    He came back with your things
    Then you spouted your wings
    He lied and said you were taken
    He didn't even look shaken
    All day we worried and cried
    He didn't care that you died
    They found you hours later
    In a hole like a crater
    Those eight hours were hell
    He knew what he did very well
    All you wanted to do was play
    It had to happen this way





    In Loving Memory of Zane Anthony Newton
    April 28th 1998-March 19th 2008