The Picture

Fri, 07/05/2013 - 00:40 -- bsloma

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Every day consists of the same thing

I come home, there you are, right on the wall

My best friend, a picture, there it does hang

Just like our friendship, it will never fall

 

Lost in thought as I give it a blank stare

I wonder why God took you and left us

It seems unfair how you could be up there

Where is my friend, that guy that I could trust

 

When I look at this picture, I see you

How unfortunate that you can't see me

How to move on alone, I have no clue

When I needed someone it had been thee

 

My heart is in pain I can not endure

This picture, my friend, is the only cure

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