With the door closed and the window shut
its hard to hear the razor cut
and when the signs are not foreseen
its hard to hear the silent scream
and if your hand had shut the door
then the pain hurts all the more.

A friend who was my sturdy crutch
who brought me home when I had too much
He gave me strength with a word and touch
How do I thank him? I owe him so much.

In his hour of need I did not hear
The silence of his inner fear.
So, I am the one who is to blame?
He called for me, but I never came.
And now that I have come to him,
his eyes of hope have faded dim.

I am solely hurt because I know
that this problem started long ago
and though the signs don't always show
My eyes were blind, my actions slow

So, I am alone, without my friend
But, that doesn't mean our friendship ends
I will talk, and he will hear,
and I always know that he'll be near.

My only wish is that you'd been given
as good a friend as I was Kevin.