He's Still Alive
In this world of fright and hate,I know that I was born to late.
My destiny has been mapped and decided,
and the help I crave is misguided.
Without a home or place of sleep,
I find I'm in too deep.
From friend and close family I am distant,
feelings of happiness and security last for only an instant.
No one know my secret wish or my hope that I hide,
it became a secret the day he died.
My hope for a life once more,
not to just give up and walk out that door.
His letter and soft words keep me here,
he was always the one I held dear.
No one knows what he did, or what he said,
the reason that he is stuck in my head.
Even after death, he held me in a safe embrace,
made me promise, my life, not to misplace.
Told me life was meant to live,
and to give it all I had to give.
A promise he make me keep,
when he was in all too deep.
Told me to trust in love and give it my all,
and get back up when I fall.
A friend until the end,
he was the person I could depend.
I didn't have the guts to let him know,
I didn't want to let him go.
His sweet words haunt me still,
and once again old tears start to spill.
Of life he was never deprived,
and to this day, he is still alive.
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