I once had a friend, who I very seldom see
Sometimes I hated him, for his soul mirrored me
What my heart tried to hide, he tried to expose
And he wrote and he talked in rhyme and in prose
My friend had no name, no face, like a shadow
He was here today, but then he's gone tomorrow
He saw through my disguise and he was very wise
Yet his heart seemed so full of sorrow
When I asked him why, he said he didn't know
But that he is so tired, and has nowhere to go
His roads seemed to lead him to the brink of sanity
He treaded on the edge of troubled dreams and reality
Ah my friend made me smile, even as I cry
For today for the last time, he quietly said goodbye
He looked so calm and peaceful, and very contented
He was just twenty seven, when his life, he ended.
