You were so close to me when you left
You were not only my uncle
You were my friend my hero.

Then they came and took
You away it has been eight
Years since that fateful day
Yet I remember it so

The first time I went to
Visit you I was filled with the terror
The terror that maybe you would
Not been my same uncle

Then there was the joy that ran
Through my body when I saw you
You did not look different but as
I though are you still the same on the inside

Then came the thumbs up you used to
Always give me and right then I knew that you were
There for me in my heart you were my same uncle
My friend my hero

One thing I remember clearly about the waiting room
Was the red line in front of the vending machine
That you could not cross the pain I felt when you told me why it was there
I knew you would not hurt any one with
Anything on that machine but were there people
There that would the horror that shot
through me when you
Told me what they could do I feared for the safety of my hero