It must have been a place so dark you couldn't feel the light,
Reaching for you through that stormy cloud.
No one had ever known what he had gone through, no one knows where his mind was when he completed the deed. They had tried to hep him but he just wouldn't have it; he shut them out and refused to let them back in.
Now here we are gathered in our little home town.
This can't be the way you meant to draw a crowd.
They were gathered in their small town somewhere in Minnesota, a moderatly sized crowd surounding one spot in particular, a young boy's grave. When they were young he had always wanted to be in front a large crowd, just not this one.
Oh, why, that's what I keep asking.
Why had he done it? Why was he feeling the way he was? Why did he shut them out? Why did he take that first decision that led to this? Why had they let this happen?
Was there anything I could have said or done.
Could they had helped him more than they had? Could they have told him more comforting things? Could they have done what they had been thinking?
Oh, I had no clue you were masking a troubled soul.
He had the perfect mask on for the longest time. He seemed happy, full of life and most of all he seemed okay. Little did they all know, it was completly the opposite.
God only knows what went wrong.
He wouldn't tell a soul about what he was going through or even what had went wrong. They wished he had just told them instead of only two people knowing. Himself and God.
And why you'd leave the stage in the middle of a song.
He wasn't done living his life yet. Now he didn't have a choice.
Now in my mind I keep you frozen as a seventeen year old.
Rounding third to score the winning run.
They all imagined him as he was before he pased, a seventeen year old boy that was always smiling, laughing and having fun.
You always played with passion, no matter what the game.
He always loved playing hockey, anyhere and anytime. But whenever he played, he played with a passion that burned so bright you couldn't extinguish it if you tried. An it wasn't only hockey, he played a small amout of other sport too. The same passion being there for every one.
When you took the stage you shined just like the sun.
He really was a star;just ike the sun. His personaity was that of a cheerful stage performer. His smile coud light up the darkest of rooms. And alot of people loved that about him.
Now the oak trees are swaying in the early autumn breeze.
The golden sun is shining on my face.
The sun's rays gleaming down onto the casket that is laying there in front of the crowd. A small autumn breeze is also passing by along the trees that line the graveyard.
The tangled thoughts I hear a mockingbird sing
The sound of mockingbird's 'singing' was one of the few noises that were present at the occasion. No one capable of speech, as teir thoughts are being tangled in their minds and they aren't able to form words.
This whole world really ain't that bad of place
Yes ,in this word there are bad people and bad things that happen. Yes there sometimes isn't hope. But everything is alright in the end;for if it is not okay, it isn't the end. Things get better. Even though you may not see it, when people die, they go to a better place.
Oh why, there's no comprehending.
And who am I to try to judge or explain
They were all stil questioning what had happened. But they had no idea what was going through his mind, so they coudn't even begin to try to explain.
Oh, but I do have one burning question
There was one question they wanted to ask him now. But they would never get the chance.
Who you told you life wasn't worth the fight?
They were wrong, they lied.
Sure, bad things happen in our lives that we regret;or we're embarresed about, but you know what? That's what makes us human. And if we aen't human, than we're just empt shells with no joy to live.
Now you're gone, and we cried
He was gone and he wasn't coming back. They had cried for hours on end, wishing it were'nt true. But the inevitable truth was that it was and one of the four componants of Big Time Rush was dead.
Cause it's not like you to walk away in the middle of a song.
He never handed in projects half finished. He never stopped playing an instrument half way throught a song. And he certainly never stopped with a plan half way completed. Why was this time an exception?
Your beautiful song. Your absolutely beautiful song.
He still had a long and happy life to live. But he gave it up early because he thought things wouldn't get better. Let me tell you, as of experience, it certainely does get better. Just you wait.