Penny For Your Thoughts

I'll miss you, John

I’m sitting with my friend,

I’m sitting with my brother.

We’re trying to make our troubles end,

We’re trying to save each other.

 

In that dark and smoky haze,

Where dreams become realities,

Through a web of lie we blaze,

Another of life’s formalities.

 

Monday brings our detriment

Back into the world we dive.

It’s a twenty-four hour lent,

We hope that we’ll survive

 

Tuesday starts the endless sleep

The fog  across our brain

I know my souls about to weep

It’s time to make it rain.

 

Wednesday makes me hollow

The need for food inside

I try like hell to swallow,

I feel like I have died

 

Thursday is emotional

I let my anger out

I’ve set my words in stone

And live inside my doubt

 

Friday is a downwards slope

But as yellow, fades to red, then turns to speckled black

I feel a sense of hope,

The weekends almost back.

 

The weekends back again

I’m sitting with my brother

I’m sitting with my friends

We’re trying to save each other

We’re trying to make our troubles end

 

In my brothers eyes I crash

Blank empty and unkind

I saw the embers turn to ash

As he flew away leaving me behind

 

He always will be mine

Cause I know he watches from above

I feel him all the time

Still careing for this black feathered dove.