When my best friend died
I was left with almost nothing
My loving words were dried.
and my heart wouldn't sing
We held a speech his sister and I
and we praised him to the skies
there was told not a single lie
in this ocean of silent cries
My words and his ears never met
A lot of kind and unspoken words
I held in my heart of regret
like a nest full of newborn birds
But I woke up in my bed
More lucky than glad
Because my friend was not dead
It was just a nightmare I had
I called him on the phone
And I opened up my chest
To let the truth be known
That truly he is the best.
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 8:23 AM UTC
When my best friend died
I was left with almost nothing
My loving words were dried.
and my heart wouldn't sing
We held a speech his sister and I
and we praised him to the skies
there was told not a single lie
in this ocean of silent cries
My words and his ears never met
A lot of kind and unspoken words
I held in my heart of regret
like a nest full of newborn birds
But I woke up in my bed
More lucky than glad
Because my friend was not dead
It was just a nightmare I had
I called him on the phone
And I opened up my chest
To let the truth be known
That truly he is the best.
It takes a lot of bravery to tell the people you love that you love them, but make sure you do! It brings more happiness to tell them while they are alive instead of at their funeral.
