I've lost a beautiful friend

I've lost a beautiful friend
©2010 Wade Temple ~aliast

If it's the last thing I'll ever write
It's one that brings me fright

Losing the love of a beautiful friend
from the damage I've done to them

Desperately fallen for a beautiful bird
That sings for better things in this world

Feeling terrible for things out of hand
I try to explain it's not under my command

Hopeless feelings that I'm facing
Ignored by friends I think that have feeling

Starving not for attention but to be rescued
from that snowstorm of voices I'm hearing

Home is in your head and your heart
and my dreams of love not seen not too far

Sitting here wondering days
and weeks if they knew how sad

It's for sure that every person counts
Even if we all are mad there is no doubt
That I would never leave anyone of us out

Love is not important as
The healing heart that caring can have or has

Attention sought but not exactly for me
For everyone one of those that cannot yet see

Soon another place will come
Unseen but from our heads they dwell for some
Memories but living there still well done

Luka was a child that had a secret
that he had to share about mom and dad

Scared of what the others would think
But brave enough exposed terrible things

Like a milk carton told a story this song
Changed the way we raise our young

Skeletons from the closet it was
Like hiding from the truth for us

Ghosts that live inside us now
Can live along beside us as well

Time has come to expose false fears
That keep us all from exploring there.

At First the ghosts said that I was the one
To be the key to expose there secret

Universal elemental secret's
The keeper of the key's to the souls

Always playing tricks it's plain to me
And now they say it's a secret stay away

Don't turn out all there lies they say
Hidden from the world but not mine is not okay

Who runs this business anyway?
Leaving my heart and my mind in dismay

Badgering me day and night until I cry
Wondering who to tell or if they lie

I feel like I'm all alone day after day
My head full of people that I'm not sure I know

But they all say that are all of my friends
And after that I don't ask why they did not go into the light

Late at night I hear a little cricket sing
or is it Bernadette Peters that striking heart strings played

When you wish upon a star Your dreams will come true
Just believe in your heart with nothing broken nothing thrown






Not too proud
Because I'm not crazy
That is the conundrum theory
Some might be lazy