Life is a very precious thing you only get one shot
I once knew a fine young man who loved his life a lot
But for some sudden reason no one else will ever know
He gave up his family and hopes and dreams, turned loose and let them go

I wish I could have been there with him to hold his hand
I wish I could have talked to him to help him understand
That he had everything to live for these intentions were all wrong
But in the flicker of an instant a young man's life was gone

I wish somehow I knew exactly what he felt inside
I wish I knew just what went through his mind that summer night
I know at least a thousand times I've asked the good Lord why
But its best to just let him rest although it's hard to say goodbye

Bridge:
He's on his way to see Jesus, he's left us and moved on
Now all we have are memories and a name tag etched in stone
He left his world behind at a time he felt he was all alone
Now [bad word] to see Jesus, please make him feel at home