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February 07, 2005

Adieu

With the passing time
And songs of yesteryear
The excitement seemed to mellow
As hope turned into fear
No one even noticed
The calm before the storm
While time was spent uselessly
Keeping the pitcher warm
Before it ever ended
The final stage was set
Insecurity was growing
For later when we met
Trying to drown a sorrow
Hearing words so insincere
Lonliness surrounded me
Holding back a tear
It seemed that it was over
Never caring anymore
Because caring means there will be pain
But that's what friends are for
Politeness never saved
A person ready to die
Like words will never help
Someone ready to cry
But there always is a chance
That something can be done
And need will always help
A friendship to be won
Cycles are forever
They're never-changing things
But life is only temporary
And the struggles that it brings
Looking for the image
That wasn't really there
Marching to a drummer
That wouldn't ever care
Hoping for a promise
While time was running fast
I looked and then saw it
The hurt was cured at last
It seemed so very simple
Done many times before
But in this situation
It meant a whole lot more
Not very long, but moving
It touched me as I went
Not so much the gesture
But the message that it sent.

Posted by BlueWolf on February 7, 2005 08:21 PM