Eternal

I draw their spirits close to me and breathe, and still I find, there's something to believe. I need their energies to make me strong. I hear the subtle echoes: Samhain's song. Nobody feels my reason - hears my rhyme. My rhythms only work in my own time. My words - they might make sense in my own mind. My friends need other words - ones I can't find. There is an angel buried somewhere near, who told me that there's nothing left to fear. Now, all my friends who've passed or gone away - this is one life. What more is there to say? In this one life, I'll mend what I can mend. True friendship is eternal - has no end.