John Wesley Death Of A Friend
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
