I Have A Friend

I have a friend who sleeps in a grave
He took the road that once I had paved
He fell asleep and his heart failed to beat
Oh, how I wish he’d stayed off of that street

The dope that he bought, he had done it before
With each slam he put a fresh crack in his door
The hinge became loosed and the walls did wear thin
I even recall my last meeting with him

He had a pain and a void in his soul
He heard the voices, they took his control
His ashes I have in a frame by my bed
He’ll never have children, he’ll never be wed

It’s been seven years since I have seen him
I still hear his voice; he was more than a friend
He was a brother, in him I felt home
When I was a traveler with nowhere to roam

The hole in his chest where his heart used to beat
He filled it with needles and chains and defeat
He had a girlfriend, a sister, a mom
The agony felt, he numbed with a bomb

The blast ravaged through his ribs and his mind
Leaving his friend in the filth from behind
Could I have done more for this friend who has lost?
Could I have been better at paying his cost?

His picture I carry, it wears every day
A lock of his hair is in the same frame
He could not bear the struggle within
For seven long years I have not seen my friend…

The dead will still pile the roads and the street
The earth will spill blood on soft and pure feet
Children will suffer and starve with no plate
How can I change the innocent’s fate?

Josh, is the name, of the one in the grave
One in the lot of the ones needing saved
Too quickly he lost his life and his limbs
For seven long years I have not seen my friend…

*Please keep living*