The Death of a Friend - John Wesley, Joe “Rock Boy” McCormick

The fog sets in and covers the sky

The brightness of the stars will disappear

With no means to reason why

I felt your presence as if you were here

I cover you with all that I am

I still can’t see the sky

I still can’t see the sky

Watch you fly away Little Blue Angel

Watch you race in the wind

Why do you fly from me Little Blue Angel

This is not a dream, this is…

The death of a friend

This is the death of a friend

Yes you were my friend

I will miss you my friend