Desolate

My
friend
U.G.
is
gone
but
not
for
good
he'll
be
back
and
the
heart
pounding
joy
will
begin
again.
How
can
one
person
hit
us
so
hard
shatter
our
foundation
at
the
root
leave
us
gasping
for
breath
but,
Oh,
more
more
more.
Less
than
U.G.
cannot
satisfy
us.