Thank you, my friend, who I've never known
For a mistake you made that I never saw
The effect you never knew it had on me
In a world small as a hand can draw.
You left her at the altar, she cried on a shoulder
Who's owner she wedded and gave birth to a son
He grew very fast, a strapping young lad
And faster than all he would run.
He won that race, but in second place
Was a man, who was running his last
At failure to win, depression settled in
And brought out demons from his past.
Like all legends' falls, he took to the bottle
Drowning in pools of a moving haze
Wallowing in torrents of self-unkempt
Kicked out of home, roaming the streets for days.
From the trash the destitute picked up a frame
A torn picture of a couple in glass it contained
It lay in the shambles of bitterness sorrounding
It shone in the twilight of memories that remained.
He saw it, then glanced up and looked at me
He walked my way and said to me,
"Good day, sir! I believe I have something you dropped
Are you the man in the picture I see?"
I saw the frame, I couldn't believe my eyes,
My eyes they watered in tragic surprise
I had finally found her she'd run away from me
I was given a chance to negate all the lies
I went to the nearest house I saw
And sure enough, she opened the door
This is the only way, I can thank those in my way
Without them, we could've been no more.
Ok. Its not my GREATEST work, but its too long not to upload :p. I kinda wrote this in a hurry @ work. I think maybe I should attempt a Part 3.
Jul 16, 2009
Jul 10, 2009
Thank You (Part - 1)
Thank You for the consequence
The backfiring of conscience
Thank you for enormous pain
My blood freezes evanesence.
The bottle can't answer my cries any more
The smoke can't seem to find a cure
The powder can't wipe these falling tears
Needles can no longer open the door
I'm meat but I'm a vegetable
To breathe I've become unable
Thanks to you, my love, my life
Even to mySELF is no longer expendable.
So Thank you for sympathy when its too late
Thank you for turning me into your bait
'Cause now I realise if you hadn't done so
I could never teach myself to hate.
I'll try and upload Part 2 next week. Wait for it...
The backfiring of conscience
Thank you for enormous pain
My blood freezes evanesence.
The bottle can't answer my cries any more
The smoke can't seem to find a cure
The powder can't wipe these falling tears
Needles can no longer open the door
I'm meat but I'm a vegetable
To breathe I've become unable
Thanks to you, my love, my life
Even to mySELF is no longer expendable.
So Thank you for sympathy when its too late
Thank you for turning me into your bait
'Cause now I realise if you hadn't done so
I could never teach myself to hate.
I'll try and upload Part 2 next week. Wait for it...
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