For a friend

Closer Friend, Closer to me
With Sailing Moons and Symphonies
Listen to our History, we were so young
Though the beautiful and the bleek
we were blessed
with endless days of rhymes and riddles
and countless thoughts to think
and dream
But dreams are more quite now, they listen
instead of play songs forgotten.
We're never the same
So stay close to me, and listen
while the last shadow strums
We're still very young.