Beneath A Crescent Moon

Cry for God

Home at a dead end
In the creek past the fence, you'd find him
Too young to know the hurt the world holds
Childhood friends on the back road

Still, I'm stunned by the news
Why is it I still think of you?
Life's come a long way since the cul-de-sac
To tragic tales on the train tracks

For what it's worth, it's kept me up late
So many years passed, and I never lost sleep
But now I question what was in your head
What had happened since we weren't friends? Fuck

Cry to God
Life lost

As I write, you're in my mind
Sitting down to analyze the events and how they unfold
Your emotions and the stories untold
The hardest part for me alone is knowing that I'll never know

Not meant to know