Alone again,
in this hall of brotherhood,
I reflect upon my life,
on which I so shakily stood.
Admittedly with my fair share of victories and defeats,
my humble losses, and triumphant applause, at the very least.

Alone again,
I stare at these pictures, on which I knew the very faces
of old ones past, well past into the dawn,
now I look in the book of faces and wonder,
my friend, my dear, dear friend...how far have you gone?

How far have you gone, that you've wandered in vain,
looking for perfection, attention, you name to be mentioned,
go through all that trouble, just for yourself, all that pain.

You went through,
some times alone,
some times not,
didn't you know friend?

At times, you were all I got?

That was then, the days of timidness is over,
long gone is the shy princesses, and come the wild rover.

Now these photos of you, me, and the rest of them,
are all faded over,
aye, along now with you old friend,
along with you, you wild rover.

I can no longer participate in your childish game,
for the Lord has told me, You are a man now, now put the childish way away all the same!

He hath commanded, and so I obey.

Gone are the years of childhood, where we could play.
Perhaps in another time, much farther from now,
we could've gotten so much closer,
if you got past your bubble,
if only you knew how.

My friend, of many years past,
it's been good, good indeed, but unfortunately, it did not last.

Now we must go our separate ways,
I wish you nothing but good fortune, and good health,
for all, and all of your life-long days.



Yes, my friend, I'll miss what we once shared,
for our friendship could not be compared,
but alas, you have strayed so far, from whence I last saw you,
you've gone past the point, where I didn't know what to do.

I'll miss you, and the others as well,
but your antics and all,
should not cost me a place,
a placed as deserving as Hell.

I'm sorry lad,
but this is for the best,
you can always come back to visit,
after you've had your rest.

My door is always open, my ears, even more so,
but please my friend seek help for yourself,
if you stayed clean for once, who knows ** far you could go!

My friend, I hope, I pray,
that this is not our departing goodbyes.
But should it be, then I suppose it is,
and I bid you farewell, adieu, until next time,
with a blasted tear,
trickling down my eye.

I'll miss you. My old friend.

I'll keep the photos of all of us,
no matter how faded they may be,
for old times sake, for you...
and for me.

I'm sorry.