The Fall of Mc Neile

I, and my younger friend, Used to laugh and play. "With you to the very end," I used to always say. And stayed with him I did Until he passed away. We were both just kids When fate took him that day. One cold winter night When mischief was about, Death was Mc Neile's fight I wish I could've helped out. Not a day later they found him He floated at the surface of a lake They found that death had drowned him Why couldn't it had been me for God's sake. And now years later I feel Like nothing will ever be fair. Having nightmares of what was real When reality's too much to bear.