Twelve O three

It had just hit twelve O three,
That was time for bed for me.
The computer off, bed so warm,
I was not ready for this storm.
One quick phone call...
Made me feel oh so small...
The tears flood down,
I could have almost drown,
From what i had just heard.

I had lost my pal, my friend,
As he had hit his dead end.
An illegal drug he had,
Has now made every body sad.
Cocaine was at fault,
And that bought his life to a halt.
For little of what i was told,
He had quite a lot...
And no one knew where he got.

And now he is gone.
We hadn't talked in so long,
He didn't know i still cared,
Or that i remembered
When he was scared,
He always smiled so much,
He kept saying lets keep in touch,
He now causes
Me to stay awake,
And make these tears i cant fake.
He was one of a kind,
And now,
He has left me behind...

dedicated to my friend Lachlan who passed away from an over dose... R.I.P - 22/09/90 - 05/10/08