A startling phone call led to a night of little sleep,
Counting blessings instead of sheep
We gathered the next morning
Renewing a bond weakened by years of separation and though our worlds had slowly drifted apart
The early memories we shared still remained timeless in our hearts
There was a time when we closely followed each others footsteps, dreaming of endless summers and becoming drummers
Those days are gone
We mourn the loss of a childhood friend rapped in a mans fading intellect
So long, let these tears wash away the blood on your hands
So long, you're forgiven for easing her pain
I can still picture the apartment where it took place
We used to play hours downstairs, beating drums and hitting snares
Embrace those times to endure
That day felt like your funeral
Until we meet again, you will never be forgotten