I know this life's not easy, it's full of pain and stress
Pressures great and many, put us through the test
Many can not handle, the daily endless strife
Young people all around us, taking their own life
They should be always laughing, active and having fun
Not all alone so down and out, to end life with a gun
We're left behind to ponder, as we keep on asking why
Sleepless nights do follow, for one too young to die
I knew a man not long ago, I called him a good friend
I failed to see his pain in life, till a gun brought it to end
I gave him those silver bullets, to put inside his gun
I never saw it coming, till all was said and done
I'll take the blame forever, for not taking time to see
The pain inside a friend of mine, who had such need of me
Don't take your friends for granted, ask them how they feel
Share their pain and sorrow, to some it's more than real
SLM
Copyright February 3, 1999
Reason for writing:
Dedicated to Wayne Keller, a friend, an alcoholic, who could not take the pain of living any longer. He is missed.
Birth sign: Libra
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