to myself

heres to a friend

who crossed the corner

raised a fighter

born a mourner

seemed so happy

in his trauma

shifted gears and was no more

had to find an edge to an end

a dark light for his door

spent the sleep with waking thought

but one day was all sore

his wrath his age

his mood his way

his pathways all

now torn

heres to a friend

i knew him then

we two,one head

one pain one thorn

we all one simple man was born

to hesitate

make no mistakes

before the reaper

slowly takes his life

id wish to smile

once more