So much to say That might never Be said. Too many things Go spinning through My head. Why is my life So filled with Adolescent terrors, Which, too soon, became An adult’s strife? Where is the love I need? Whose hand can I hold? Will it be like this forever? Even when I’m old? Many people Seem to come And go. But friends – my friends – I need to hold them dear, Prevent their panic, Chase away their pain, Stop cold their fear. My guiding light is burning down; And hardly glowing anymore. The day fades out so slowly, And friends drift away from shore. If only once, I want to see my friends again – Just once, Just one time more.