for a friend
She crossed her arms and hung her head low,
teeth gently biting her lip until the scabs began to grow...
Holding her tightly, I sighed, asked for strength.
A God, I don't know many people like her,
anyone You should love more and
even though she
lacks faith, she was always there for me.
Always there...
And now that she is shaking, her limbs ready for breaking
I wonder where the merciful souls have drifted.
I wonder why we get such pleasure by making others shiver
out in the solitude, a nasty, chill kind of weather.
And I wonder...I wonder.
And it may be hours before dawn, and I'm
still scared as hell.
My own legs shaking, my heart breaking, I whisper,
"It has to get better now. It has to..."