Pale sun
One star filled night a long time ago.
When old friends still lived.
And what the future held, we didn't know.
Surrounded by people we knew in a place
which now no longer exists.
We had the times of our lives.
Young and still unbound by love and work.
Back then we had nothing but certainties.
We'd never walk alone,
come together every week.
And the sun would always come up the next day.
Now that sun looks pale and worn out.
Time's passed on and certainties long gone.
The hardest part in all of this
is the fact that only I remain.
And I face this every day
while I still speak your name.
I lost a brother in you my friend,
may I see you again in the end.
