You Were Loved

You were loved by all, or so they say,
We all cried when you passed away.
When we saw you lying there we all thought,
that, that true cowboy brought the world a lot.
We won't cry, I swear, not at all,
We'll just rememeber good times we've shared having a ball,
So we can bare the pain it brought,
To see you lying there shot.
It brought the world pain on that Novemeber night,
But instead of crying we're prepared to fight.
So when you're reading this poem from the stars above,
Please remember this,
You were loved.