There's always a time
When I just sit around
Thinking about what has been
And what is yet to come
At the diner table
Drinking our evening coffee
Talking about the times
With my friend, no, my brother
He says to take a look around
He knows of my confusion
He says to find what is missing
I must first find where it has gone
He'll always be there
Don't even have to look because I know
He says to live each of your memories
You don't want to depend on the photos
He goes out of his way to help
Just as I have and will do for him
He tells me his times
And I listen, as he did
And I saw, take a look around
At all of our confusion
I say to find what is missing
You must first find where it has gone
Thursday, June 12, 2008
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