Friday Night.

Its hard for everyone lying bruised and burnt,
And they never know why they had to face the wrath of this world,
In the golden years when life was still a tale,
When the wind was sweet, the grass so green and the sun was not so pale...

I feel I’m falling in the shallow end of the deepest blue sea,
I feel the silence engulfing me and this was never to be...
I’m the one you shot last Friday night,
And now I’m back today for one last chance to see...the light...

Flying away to the lands of distant hope,
When shadows speak their deepest fears, what their hearts already know,
Walking down the road of washed-up sins,
When the bugle sounds, the trumpets blow and the death charge begins...

I feel I’m falling in the shallow end of the deepest blue sea,
I feel the waves engulfing me and this was never to be...
I’m the one you shot last Friday night,
And now I’m back today for one more chance to see...the light...

Siddhartha.