A friend or two
And his family
Sometimes he felt alone
Depressed, oppressed
His mind was trapped
He thought about the high times
Moments with the ones he cherished
He always made them happy
Joyful, his few friends
Adored him, loved him
Like a brother
Every time he breathed out
They breathed in
He saved his wisdom
For the ones that deserved it
The worthy, the ones that listen
No words were wasted
As he remembered the days
The beauty returns
He reminded himself
The seconds, the days
He made the best of them
He shared as much as he could
He doesn't regret a thing
His friends always in his heart
His heart, always with his friends
They could never leave him
Because he's always there
In soul, spirit, in ghost
He doesn't wanna live anymore
He is tired of the sickness
The worthlessness of his days
But he remembers...
He isn't here alone, there is always..
One
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