I think about you often my fair-weathered friend
I see your face all around me and I wonder
Could I have done something different?
Could I have changed your course of life?
Where did you go?
Why did you change what I loved about you?
Was it too hard to live the upright life?
Was it too difficult to follow the narrow path?
Haunting is the thought
Of where you have been and where you will go
Of the consequences that might arise
And the pain you might carry forever
Will you change your course?
Will you turn around?
Can you give it all up?
Can you come back to the narrow path?
Or are you forever gone
Entrenched in your ways
And dug deep in this life
Forever to be lost and gone
I miss you my friend
I miss your company
I am waiting for your return
Please come back before it’s too late..
