My firend

Pink Floyd: Hey you

Memories flood
So far
Back
Til they hit the harsh wall

So harsh

She lingers
Looking at the moon
Trying to piece together
Some answers
From its hollow light
All she had to do was look
To the side

But she

Unable to hear
Unable to know
The hand that longs
To reach
To finally touch
Something
Beyond
That which
Is only inside
A comfortable hell
A comfortable prison
That they have found
Themselves in
So encumbered by fear
That they could not come near
That
Which
Might offer a moments respite
A moments salvation

The land that longs
Filled with people
Longing to touch

Dying hands draw
Promising life
As they only pull
Down
While the life
The body
Awaits
The touch
The caress
Of life blood
Flowing new

To be loved
To be felt
To be cherished
For no one
Save who you are

To be savored

For
Who
You
Are

To be fulfilled
To live a lifetime
In a dying crush
A desperate hold

Goodbye cruel wold
Would you like to see Britannia rule again
My Friend