of friendship lost and friendship bought
i have found that i am not
privy to or desiring the
false wit or false sympathy
of those who smile because they're scared
of life, of loss, or being ill prepared
for events so long beyond their power
comfort, even cold for one more hour
save them all and hold them close
for in the world they are all ghosts
their hearts walled off their spirits held
so closely guarded in their shells
i'll ask you now and ask you later
do you think you're safe from danger?
do you think you'll wether the storm
with only your ego to keep you warm?
little wallflower do you think you'll dance?
do you think you are exempt from the chance?
satisfaction does not come from blame
even out of focus it all stays the same
your rage is rage and your love is love
everything you can be is just above
the false foot forward that you place
and the rich, deep life you'll never taste