I’ve seen the good die young
And evil men grow old
Sultry summer nights
Becoming days of winters cold
I’ve been awake to see
Dew form under the morning sun
I’ve missed sleep to be
Alive before the break of dawn
Color me purple before my life ends
I’ve lived long enough to see
The deaths of my best friends
Funerals fueled from sadness
And sadness incites tears
Although happiness prevails
Reminiscing about those years
A picture paints a thousand words
While memories say the rest
Our loved ones never leave our hearts
When buried deep within our chests
I pray myself to sleep tonight
It seems to be the only way
What you’ve been through I can relate
And still we pray for better days
Better days.