Our friends all dressed so smartly

this feels oddly, so wrong.

A wood box held aloft

those guys must be so strong.

J's voice sounding so grave

tells me out straight

"He's gone"



That's all,

a short phone call,

it's over now.

Tie your conscience down

with heavy heads and frowns.



Running up the walls.

Sick, stressed and all regretful

of what life could have been.

Tired, stretched and thin.

Keep it in



You're rolling off the rails.

Light signal fails.

Amber's tail;

of compensation claims,

screeching breaks and

loud crashing sounds.



it's over now.

Tie your conscience down

with heavy heads and frowns.



Our friends all dressed so smartly

this feel oddly, so wrong.

A wood box held aloft

those guys must be so strong.

J's voice sounding so grave

tells me out straight

"He's gone"



So I'll try to move on

but he's helped shape

the man that I am now