In shadowed silhouettes I peer, Through silk-screen stains of misty fears, Through silent tears and searing pains, To find I am alone again.

I inch my fingers up cold moss, That feed upon each dream I’ve lost.

So thick they grow, so big they swell. They choke me in my gloomy cell.

Each day the darkness presses me down, To drown in shedded tears around.

Emotion trickles far from me To corners dark as ebony.

Behold in vision far away I blinked my eyes, he didn’t fray.

Yet in persistent loneliness,The man reached out in gentleness.And in the haven of my pain,I tried to hide within my shame.

With lock and key I barred him out, To see him live his life about. “I mustn’t” I told myself one night, But then my cell was bathed in light.

He stood in front and gave a hand, And said he was to be my friend. I let my friend into my life, To see the sorrow and the strife, To see the silly dreams I had And all the things that made me sad.

We picked up shards of memories, And flung them far as eyes could see, He picked the fallen shooting stars, And placed them high no pain could mar.

And there they shone with smiles aglow, Like flowers in the moss they grow. My tears no long torrents hose, But bubbling, crystal clear it flows.

He opened up my eyes to see, The wonderous joy of being free. He led me out of crushing maze, To show it was a passing phase.

My friend, who let my heart run free, He caught inside a shade of me. Tonight I’ll pray for my dear friend, To be together till the end.