The Eleventh Hour

When they reach out, you go to them.

It was almost the end of the night

When Cass had received the phone call

Asking for her help, or else they would fall

So she did the only thing that was right

Red had been her friend from childhood

She'd always been the very essence of class

Whereas Cass had always been full of sass

But together, they were never less than good

Time has a funny way of eroding things

Rocks and trees worn into dirt in the end

It did its work with those once called friend

And it served to sever their own strings

But they would say hi and kept in touch

They were always nice and kind to each other

Never went out of their way to hurt another

Beyond that, they never said too much

Tonight all that went by the wayside

Red had called her, sobbing over the phone

Saying she was completely on her own

And she was scared that someone had died

All the distance could have turned her sour

But Red had been her friend, after all

So she would be there, heed her call

And help her now in her eleventh hour

She drove quickly through the darkened streets

And reached the address in record time

But the house, inside it was covered in grime

She was found lying beneath dirty bed sheets

No one tried to stop her as she held Red

She tried to wake her up but she refused

Cass looked about, trying to find what she'd used

Soon she found the needle on the bed

She hadn't known her friend was using

How much had gone on since they'd lost touch?

Had she really fallen down into the dark this much?

She decided this was one friend she was not losing

She would pick her up, piece by piece

Life her up out of this pit she had dug

Help her to rid herself of her drug

From its clutches she would be released

And Red would emerge pure as a flower

Because she'd reached out at her eleventh hour