To the girl

He sits an ponders day and night
hes dreaming of the girl thats right
he wishes that he could hold her
to feel her touch to smell her hair

hes all alone and no one cares
he sits alone with his nightmares
hes only friend in this whole world
is a bottle made by the red man

he takes a swipe of his old friend
it wipes the nightmares and numbs the pain
he feels much better for an hour or two
he feels much stronger and that is true

there is a mirror upon that wall
a face stares back he doesn't know
thru out the years its never changed
the same old smile the same old hair

unrecognizable tho to him
is the soul, thats lost within
and everyday and every night
it crys out to be held tight

it longs for love of days gone by
of kisses tender by the moonlight

it wonders if the love is dead
gone forever is the romance
"if love is dead then so am i!"
defiantly he screams out loud

there is a gun upon the shelf
its barrel cold its features dead
it speaks to him
"just load me up, pull the trigger you'll feel alright"

tho its easy and painless too
he does say "no" hes heart still true
the cowards way is not for him

he'll battle the daemon that is within
but rest assured and don't despair
the heart is empty but its still there

He cannot give up he'll always try
even god wont let him die
not until the mission done
for he must right the wrongs in time

and so he sits each day and night
wishing for the girl to make it right.