One day many years ago.
I learned something that many know.
That if you give more than you've got.
Then people will expect alot.
I then decided to lay low.
With nothing much to ever show.
I started to lose their respect.
What can I say, what'd you expect.
With all that time on idle hands.
A person starts to understand.
That nothing much ever gets done.
If you don't make hay under the sun.
The caulk dries out, the paint will fade.
All because of the vow you made.
To not get in over your head.
But, crying out loud, get out of bed.
it was a surprize
when i heard from you
the call you made
to me it was quite a shock
the things you said
i couldn't believe
that life had you
in over your head
if i was there
i would have
helped you,you know
i don't blame you
for what you did
we get caught up
from life and pain
and sometimes
we do things
that we regret
and wish that
we can turn back time
that's why we
live and learn
and grow in life
so that we may know
what's right and what not to do
hopefully you will learn
from you did
you have kids
that depend on you
how can you be there for them
when you are locked up behind bars
what will they say
and do when their father
is not there by there side
it is your job to be there for them
and to show them and teach them
what's right and wrong in life
may god bless you
and see you through
my long lost friend
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