Dear friends, living, lost, and long dead
To days gone by and words needed, but not said
Could I find the time again if I were to try?
Or have all opportunities justly passed me by?
To grow up knowing one may be born to die?
Trapped in a cave with no way to thrive
As our hearts hold dear
To wishes and lives we dream
But here no rest only the fear to be
And yet we try and hope
An event we must coax
More elusive than the wind or a ghost
A shadow we must chance even during night
For hope is the drive, the promise, the flight
My love, if you could see me now
I’d trade my life for yours, but how?
Even on my lowest days the choice is mine
And if I see you again, I will help you thrive.