This times, that times and the in-between
our little adventures and journeys shall never been seen.
The world around us cares not a bit, nor shall mind when we die
so when I sit and feel again the trace fall over me a slight sigh I do let escape
for so long a time me friends and I, we could not fight the rape
the world was bogging down on us, our lives got pretty hard,
but we kept a little hope a heart, and formed bonds of our lost blood.
Those troublesome times to me at least, now seem far, but then they were close to heart
the little pumping piece of flesh, that those times ripped apart
I sat around a think’in, that my life would always be this bad, and whenever I found something I found fare,
somebody just had to throw a kink in
but I kept a trying, and with the gobs of help I found, I slowly found my footing and they helped me off the
ground

so here I am a sittin, a typing the night away, but if you have time to listen, there is still much you might
want me to say
but though they times starting getting better, that was not to stay

I found a gentle time in life, after a long long painful while,
but now I was a smiling in a brand new radly style
and when I was a talking with a good ol’ friend of mine,
things stated back a flying, to the way the once had been,
things went on as norm, but soon to be, a dagger was found, and my blood was a flowin like a wee little
storm
and as before I fell, again I was on the ground
this time not from pain of my own, but that caused unto me, was pain that I felt was coming like a river
 and strongly forced on me
the pain and grief of another living being, all being held up by me
and slowly I fell down to one knee, and again the blood flowed froth from me
this time it twas in the form of tears, and for a while it ran,
but slowly I raised again to my feet, like any human can
I strode around with a weary face, many falters in my weary pace
I slowly tread over to a stair, in the darkness I met a glare
it screamed for me to go die in pain, and from its demand, did I refrain
but slowly did her words cause pain, and cauphing  blood, I ran to the bath
spewing from my lips and nose, splattered on my hips and toes
and when I finally broke from the bleeding painful pose, from my dead body this new me arose

Richard DeLong