Will you tell me what it's like
up there in the sky?
I want to know where
the angels learn how to fly.
I promised you I wouldn't cry
because you said it'd be alright.
but I let one slip away
in the cover of the night.
I want your voice again.
Please.. just once more?
Give me a sign
So I can stop being sore.
Why am I so selfish
that I want you to stay here?
God needs a drummer too
But it's just.. that you were so near.
I wish I could have fixed you
and made your pain leave
but I cried and blamed myself
forgetting how to believe.
But I don't want you to cry for me
I want you happy up there.
And when it's my turn to join you
save me a song for us to share.
An old memoriam poem for a friend that passed much too quickly. Still thinking of you Zalman, almost 10 years later.