As I crossed every weather,
Every year close to December,
The angels whimper in ember,
Of the loss of your friend amber,
I'm sorry,
Nothing to worry,
I'm simply just passing through,
I hope you're doing good in this here cruel world you level to,
You mention all the good times in school I had with you,
Reminiscing how you said goodbye to me without a clue,
In the past , and its the past , I thought we were stuck like glue,
Together in utter poetic silences virtue,
But its good to see you finally and great to hear your voice,
We met here in this place and we didn't really have a choice,
I hope you get a glimpse at what you do to these young boys,
Coming back with a vengeance for playing me like a toy.