When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,
When you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on
Don't let yourself go, 'cause everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes
Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along
When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)
If you feel like letting go, (hold on)
When you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
And a youth said, Speak to us of Friendship.
And he answered, saying:
Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.
When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "nay" in your own mind, nor do you
I search without finding,
I write alone,
there's no one here,
and the day falls,
the year falls,
I fall with the moment,
I fall to the depths,
invisible path over mirrors repeating my shattered image,
I walk through the days, the trampled
I walk through all the thoughts of my shadow,
I walk through my shadow in search of
Saturday May 31st, 2008 my friend will be driving by my parents house because my farm is too far out of the way.
She'll be picking me up to help drive her, and her cat, to the next chapter in her life.
I met her in the Spring of 1990 at a cocktail party, and she was already deeply connected to one of my good friends, and coworkers at the time.
Over the years she would become a mentor of sorts, and we buried my friend, and we moved on.