Who am I meant to be?
What am I suppose to see?
When I look in a mirror I see a blur.
How do I get rid of this thing that stirs?
I see the angels take him away, take away his soul.
Gone. Forever he is gone. No longer will I his smiling, child-like face, no longer will I hear his contagious laughter, no longer will I feel his small child hand within mine.
I seen angels' cry, angels' die, angels' fallen down.
I seen a few here, a few there, but never in town.
Until I saw you, you're coming through, you're smiling at me.
Now I know, it's not for show, now I truly see.
My Fantastic Friend
He is goofy, but caring.
He loves his jokes, but comforts me when I need him to.
I love his deep, yet, soft voice.
I love the way he laughs, because his happiness makes me happy.
Loving you always hurt me, but I could never stay away.
At first you pushed me away, but then you opened your arms to me.
It was easy, at first, because you let things sway.
But your true colours began to show and now I see.