One,
Thought now...
I hear your voice at dawn
your footsteps down the hall...
This isn't a thought, but more a rejection,
The idea that you're gone is my objection...
The night
It brings more pain...
Tired... Sick and tired.
Waiting in line for shots to be fired...
Keep singing
keep singing...
Calling out for a helping hand
Buried bodies under the sand...
It's been awhile since I've seen you
still remembering that cold winter day...
I cry and cry until I'm throwing up,
My emotions escaping my body through tears and...
Laughing everyday like old school kids
Going to concerts, stand-ups and gigs...
Was I bewitched so by the flame's shine
To beware not that time relinquished its hold...
So Near
I've been treated so wrong...