Tossed into the dark sea,
sank my courage,
sank my hopes,
and sank me.
I was always told as a child,
“the world is full of kings and queens,
who blind your eyes and steal your dreams.”
well I never met a king,
instead, a forced life at sea,
and everything was taken,
far away from me.
maybe my father meant,
that life just isn’t worth it,
or maybe he meant to stay strong?
i think that's *******.

oh you called me up the other day,
saying how you'd been missing me,
well yeah i've missed you too,
but we've been so busy finding who we want to be.

you said you weren't free this week,
that's okay i guess,
but my dear friend i've waited so long,
this has turned into a mental test.

"i'm headed into boston" you said,
"then to vermont i go",
i told her then "maybe some other time",
and she said "let's make it so!"

well yesterday came around,
and a quarter to three,
the news came on and i was shocked,
fear took hold and gripped me.

they said it was a bomb that went off,
it was a terrorist attack of some sort,
but i knew you'd be at that finish line,
and my blood ran cold & my breath became short.

i called you up,
to see if you were okay,
you didn't answer the phone,
were you to live another day?

ten minutes later you called me,
with sirens screaming in the back,
i was on the verge of crying,
"i'm so glad you're safe i almost had a heart attack".

you said ten minutes before the bomb,
you had asked your father to take you to eat,
you had been standing right where it went off,
they would've covered your body with a sheet.

we may not see eachother that much,
but i sure as hell know,
that if i ever lost my bestfriend,
i'd have nowhere else to go.


L.O.