What do you do, when a close friend loses his light?
When the person that daily greats you with a smile,
before which the sun refuses to rise,
loses his life long love in a swipe?
What can you do for some one who lost so much so fast?
It would be heartless to ask him to remember the rest,
the family that stands with him in the pain of this day.
It would be cold to make him feel that he should feel lucky.
Telling someone they are lucky to have had such nice dads,
or to have had great friends is honestly the greatest way to look at life.
But your love, the one person that warms your bed if only with rage,
the one person that knows your insides and not only metaphorically,
the one person that molded you as you grew together into the people you couldn't have been apart,
the one person in the world that compensates and completes you in way that is no longer dependable but an arm and a leg and half a brain and all your heart.
You can't ask them to feel lucky to have had that!
No one feels lucky to have had it!
No gandi, jesus or buda could feel anything but betrayed by death and cheated by life.
No reason or higher purpose is there to cut someone in half this way.
To reap the beating heart from its chest without a warning and then ask him to leave on.
It is not a part of you that dies. People survive, he will get up and learn to walk again, strong as he is and above all altruistic as he is, because others need him to.
But he died and was revived for the sake of others.
No one can diminish that, no one can take away the size of the pain that he must feel, that he needs to feel because he owns that much to her. Because he owns his leaving, his children, his whole being to her. Because he owns her more tears than his eyes could ever muster. Because not feeling so would robe him of the so much she meant to him, the love she gave for so long in all its human forms.
Because to rob him of her nagging, of her shouting, of her complaint, of her requests, of her expectations, of her thoughts, of her reasoning, of her smile, of her warmth, of her life is inhuman and to ask him now to recognize that she was so much more than anyone could ever ask for is even more so.
No amount of love we all as friends could send his way could hold him to earth and catch him from this fall. I just hope in time we can help him collect all of his pieces and get back a fraction of who he has been.
But what do you say to someone at this moment?
What do you do?
You quietly cry wishing there was something you could do.
And thank heaven that he is strong and will come out on the other side, just enough for us to grab and help carry the rest of the road.
When the person that daily greats you with a smile,
before which the sun refuses to rise,
loses his life long love in a swipe?
What can you do for some one who lost so much so fast?
It would be heartless to ask him to remember the rest,
the family that stands with him in the pain of this day.
It would be cold to make him feel that he should feel lucky.
Telling someone they are lucky to have had such nice dads,
or to have had great friends is honestly the greatest way to look at life.
But your love, the one person that warms your bed if only with rage,
the one person that knows your insides and not only metaphorically,
the one person that molded you as you grew together into the people you couldn't have been apart,
the one person in the world that compensates and completes you in way that is no longer dependable but an arm and a leg and half a brain and all your heart.
You can't ask them to feel lucky to have had that!
No one feels lucky to have had it!
No gandi, jesus or buda could feel anything but betrayed by death and cheated by life.
No reason or higher purpose is there to cut someone in half this way.
To reap the beating heart from its chest without a warning and then ask him to leave on.
It is not a part of you that dies. People survive, he will get up and learn to walk again, strong as he is and above all altruistic as he is, because others need him to.
But he died and was revived for the sake of others.
No one can diminish that, no one can take away the size of the pain that he must feel, that he needs to feel because he owns that much to her. Because he owns his leaving, his children, his whole being to her. Because he owns her more tears than his eyes could ever muster. Because not feeling so would robe him of the so much she meant to him, the love she gave for so long in all its human forms.
Because to rob him of her nagging, of her shouting, of her complaint, of her requests, of her expectations, of her thoughts, of her reasoning, of her smile, of her warmth, of her life is inhuman and to ask him now to recognize that she was so much more than anyone could ever ask for is even more so.
No amount of love we all as friends could send his way could hold him to earth and catch him from this fall. I just hope in time we can help him collect all of his pieces and get back a fraction of who he has been.
But what do you say to someone at this moment?
What do you do?
You quietly cry wishing there was something you could do.
And thank heaven that he is strong and will come out on the other side, just enough for us to grab and help carry the rest of the road.
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