Monday, 7 March 2011

Missing

It's a birthday missed because of the brandy and pills
A life less in this world without his wordsmith skills
A story untold, a song unsung, a rhyme without reason
A cloudy summer, a rainy holiday, a day that's passed it's season
He couldn't bare to be alone but too scared to be here
In a world full of pain where nobody could hear
We listened to stories, heard what was said
But no one else could live in his head
Nobody saw the pain he was in
Except for us few, the few he let in
We couldn't help him but at least we were there
To show that we loved him, to show that we cared
It was your birthday today, a day like the others
But I miss you so much, my missing soul brother
So I will keep you inside my memory so clear
And wish you happy birthday for another year

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