We lose good people

We lose good people
Sometimes deliberately
Sometimes not
The answers to prayers I never knew I had uttered
Yet like fools we neglect value
And let ourselves lead

We lose good people
 Once we've walked far and wide
We come back to a place of void
People we once knew
Whose value we never appreciated
Are the people we lose
And suddenly when they are gone
We miss them
The very good people

Where your feet have trod
Where your hands have touched
I'm afraid I have moved there without any form of emotion
In my world, the good people are like bomb that cause great commotion
In my mind, they are the barrier to what I would die for
Yet,  once they are gone
I realise that the value they hold is nothing short of priceless

I don't want to  lose the good people
I want them  to stay
Deep down...