faithful

“friends will be friends”


all these memoirs wrote by the glorious friends,
all this “sold and bought” seems that never ends
help you just to keep in your faithful heart
feelings great and deep and you’ll never start
talking of his life,
you don’t even play,
you don’t feel the drive
when he’s gone away.

is there one who cares or knows in advance
of the hardest task: to see all this stuff,
not to resurrect ghosts of youth and love,
let them go in peace as our years pass,
just at sleepless night ask for watching us?..
is there one who cares, is there one who tries?

and your silent point as your private hell
for your wife and sons will be not so clear,
and sometimes yourself you doubt was it real…
did you go insane? did you ever tell
this to one who came just to make you spell
“there’s no one like him”, you’ll be sad as well.

so there's no regret, it's a drastic choice.
cannot you forget his amazing voice?
that’s the song you wrote, full of strength and style,
on the wave is caught and you start to smile –
that was in your life,
out of this world,
and you take your drive
as he always told.