• On the last day of her life, from which she was torn
    the last song she heard was the sound of my horn
    It was the week after Christmas, and I had to play
    I remember as though it was just yesterday
    The music is still alive in my head
    and it will be until I too am dead
    And now I sit up in my room
    and wonder why she went so soon

    She was sent to the hospital that fateful day
    she had pneumonia, or that's what they say
    She was coughing up blood, that's all that I know
    And she never came home, once she had to go
    She went into a coma that very afternoon
    and they moved her into the ICU
    She never came out, and now I'm in my room
    wondering why she went so soon

    Soon afterwards, she had a life support tube
    we asked what was wrong, but nobody knew
    by January 29, at around 3
    my redheaded friend had ceased to be
    she would never again play her clarinet
    and on football games we would never again bet
    And as for her other friends, they're up in their rooms
    wondering why she went so soon

    I remember her face, her eyes, her hair
    and I cherish all the memories we share
    I remember her voice, her laugh, her smile
    and as I think back, it was worth all the while
    A friend she was, and a friend she'll stay
    I think about her every day
    as I sit up in my room
    and wonder why she went so soon