A startling phone call led to a night of little sleep, Counting blessings
instead of sheep. We gathered the next morning. Renewing a bond weakened by
years of separation and though our worlds had slowly drifted apart. The early
memories we shared still remained timeless in our hearts. There was a time when
we closely followed each others footsteps, dreaming of endless summers and
becoming drummers. Those days are gone. We mourn the loss of a childhood friend
rapped in a mans fading intellect. So long, let these tears wash away the
blood on your hands. So long, youre forgiven for easing her pain. I can still
picture the apartment where it took place. We used to play hours downstairs,
beating drums and hitting snares. Embrace those times to endure. That day felt
like your funeral. Until we meet again, you will never be forgotten. |
