The Good Die Young
A/N: R.I.P. Lance Cade, thank you for everything. Goodbye and we love you...
Disclaimer: I don't own anything...
Why do the good die young?
It seems like it's getting younger and younger...
29 years young...
Not even 30 yet you accomplished so much...
The first match I saw you in, I was captivated
You sure could put up a fight...
Relentless and ruthless, but you still stayed charming...
Not even 30, yet you already had children
Two beautiful daughters, he already had a family
He had the best people around him...
Just thinking about it makes my heart hurt
It's racing at 100 miles an hour
I know you're in a much better place,
But I can't help but be angry...
Yet at the same time in a saddened content...
I'm not really sure how to feel...
Why do the good die young?
Maybe to get away from the world, and all of its troubles
Maybe to find out how it feels to truly be at peace...
Maybe he thought that Heaven needed a little bit of Lance Cade...
Maybe that's why the good die young...
A/N: Again, Lance, we love you, and we'll miss you... Please keep Lance's family in your hearts and prayers... ~ Ducky