Megan Poem by Sam Campbell

You perform your concert
Wearing the band's tee-shirt

As we watch you dance
Every one admires the perfarmance

We screem, shout, & cheer
Then I shead a tear

For your memory
Is dear to my family

As the curtians close
My alarm goes

When my eyes open
I realize where your goin'

I understand your gone
I'll remember your song

We all miss you so
I wish you didn't go

But I still know
Where you won't go

You won't go to Hell
Your spirit is too well

You are too pure
You are Evil's cure