I must tell you a story, of a very close friend
who overcame hurdles, but lived to the end
I can't say a name, or tell you just where
I've been trusted upon, by a friend whom i care
His hurdles and mountains, he climbed day and night
have broken his mind, but he put up a fight
Losing his father, in the worst kind of way
through alcohol and hatred, yet he made it through the day
A father of anger, suicide and doubt
How one can bare this, I can't figure out
A struggle with life, a barrage of guilt
for we each have a story, which make our hearts wilt.
But this story of burden he carries around
Follows him daily, yet he doesn't make a sound
Judge a book by its cover, and he seems a okay
But the struggle on the inside, slows down his day
Of course this friend, whom I know so well
Is just my own mind, if you couldn't tell
So all in all, I'm doing okay
I put on a smile and face each new day
Some days I'm up, and some days I'm down
But writing a poem is what keeps me around.
Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 10:43 AM UTC
I must tell you a story, of a very close friend
who overcame hurdles, but lived to the end
I can't say a name, or tell you just where
I've been trusted upon, by a friend whom i care
His hurdles and mountains, he climbed day and night
have broken his mind, but he put up a fight
Losing his father, in the worst kind of way
through alcohol and hatred, yet he made it through the day
A father of anger, suicide and doubt
How one can bare this, I can't figure out
A struggle with life, a barrage of guilt
for we each have a story, which make our hearts wilt.
But this story of burden he carries around
Follows him daily, yet he doesn't make a sound
Judge a book by its cover, and he seems a okay
But the struggle on the inside, slows down his day
Of course this friend, whom I know so well
Is just my own mind, if you couldn't tell
So all in all, I'm doing okay
I put on a smile and face each new day
Some days I'm up, and some days I'm down
But writing a poem is what keeps me around.
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