He can start his life again
When i close my eyes, the images haunt
Her dejection and his tear-less gaunt
Face pacifying the tremors. She might
End all tonight and be lost, his fright;
Ah, there, i open my eyes and him
With his knees bent, soul withdrawn,
He wants to to live the lost dream
Sigh! how can this battle be won?
When there are no enemies to kill,
He and her memories, the usual drill
Of touch and go and shake to core,
His foolish heart proud being sore.
It aches coz i know he can live again,
It hurts coz there is an end to pain
Which he willingly obliterates. Why?
Are friends not a thing to live by?
You strangle your soul for a woman,
Why not give life a chance again?
Stand up, but once and you will see
Strong hands beneath your elbow. We
Will be there, today and always, and
When you walk anew, we'll make it grand
For you my friend, are meant to be
A soul to live again, to be happy.
Lord, help him, let him gather his wits,
He can live again, make him know this.
When i close my eyes, the images haunt
Her dejection and his tear-less gaunt
Face pacifying the tremors. She might
End all tonight and be lost, his fright;
Ah, there, i open my eyes and him
With his knees bent, soul withdrawn,
He wants to to live the lost dream
Sigh! how can this battle be won?
When there are no enemies to kill,
He and her memories, the usual drill
Of touch and go and shake to core,
His foolish heart proud being sore.
It aches coz i know he can live again,
It hurts coz there is an end to pain
Which he willingly obliterates. Why?
Are friends not a thing to live by?
You strangle your soul for a woman,
Why not give life a chance again?
Stand up, but once and you will see
Strong hands beneath your elbow. We
Will be there, today and always, and
When you walk anew, we'll make it grand
For you my friend, are meant to be
A soul to live again, to be happy.
Lord, help him, let him gather his wits,
He can live again, make him know this.
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