A startling phone call led to a night of little sleep,
Counting blessings instead of sheep.
We gathered the next morning.
Renewing a bond weakened by years of separation
and though our worlds had slowly drifted apart.
The early memories we shared still remained timeless in our hearts.
There was a time when we closely followed each others footsteps,
dreaming of endless summers and becoming drummers.
Those days are gone.
We mourn the loss of a childhood friend,
wrapped in a man's fading intellect.
So long, let these tears wash away the blood on your hands.
So long, you're forgiven for easing her pain.
I can still picture the apartment where it took place.
We used to play hours downstairs, beating drums and hitting snares.
Embrace those times to endure.
That day felt like your funeral.
Until we meet again, you will never be forgotten.