Times now coming to
And end
What is there in life to
Keep and defend
Pass
Who was my friend and
How long did this last
Fast
So many others did
Not want to be the last
To the start
I've lost all motivations
And someone's stole my
Heart
An end....
I see accusation's
There in your eye
Find it puzzling for
Your behaviour not
Have I
I see accusations'
All abound but look
Somewhat closer and
See what I found
Now fallen to ground
It would seem that
Somehow my way you
Have found
And now understand
You feel alone and
Lost in this land
What is it in my human
Nature
That makes me this way
How is it that I have chosen
Not to be destructive today
There's something about the
Way that I am
Something that says yes I can
Be a better person than I was
Yesterday
Grow expand find another way
Seeing so many of those others
That pass me by
I ask no questions don't want to
Know why
It is that they choose their thing
And to this world only misery do
Bring......................
I tried to reach you
With open arms
Expressed all my being
No deceit no charms
Held out that hand of
Friendship
Knowing the places
You've been
Tried to give things
A meaning
Examining all that was
Seen
Only to have passed
You by
Wanted to express some
Emotions
For lack of involvement
With I
But it's seems that
You have long lost sight
Not remembered are
Those long conversations
That inspired us late in
The night
Something else so
Wanted to explain
No longer feeling your
Energy
Distant glows are now
In your eyes
Just stopped short of
My own coming demise
I look and I see with detachment
Those things of everyday life
I feel the pain of others but
Know how to cut this with a knife
That pain deep within your eyes
Not sure of words of comfort
Do my actions you world so
Demise
Like ridding in the back of a car
I see those things so often missed
How comes not they seem so afar
As the world it does pass me on
By
Not known just how long I will be
Here
But already I feel as to cry
Those things man does unto man
I watch and look for some meaning
For all say this is some sort of plan
Is this all there be to a man
To know and consider life's meanings
To write and continually make the stand