(Originally song lyrics for a friend, wrote after the tragic suicide of Chester Bennington)

 

Broken friends 

 

In the backstreets of my mind 

I kicked a ball against a wall

It bounced into a neighbours yard, 

Where, I cut my hand upon a shard

of glass that glittered in the sun, 

Into my mind again I'd run

And wake within this broken life

Upon my wrist I held a knife 

 

Chorus:

( Oh take me back to my youth

When summer days outshone the truth

And clouds were lined with silver threads 

I picked to weave inside my head 

My life was Mother's warming smile

Maintained with dignity & style

It seemed the tracks were gilded gold, 

so, how did my life turn so cold? )

 

As a kid I'd climb a tree, 

and feel as free as I could be

The subtle breeze upon my skin, 

awoke the hope I held within 

But now the prison in my mind, 

creates the space where I'm confined 

And the darkness in my brain, 

is only filled with worthless shame 

 

And Chester sang of his pain

'I can't seem to find myself again

My walls are closing in.'

He was crawling in his skin

All his talent & adoration 

Couldn't halt the suffocation 

That we feel

That we all feel...

(chorus) 

 

The darkness of a loss, 

can nail you to this cross

When your mind is full of doubt, 

your confidence runs out

But somewhere there's a sun, 

and it will come, yes it will come 

You're not worthless or alone, 

there are thousands share your home

 

And if you wade through the dark

Where light waits at the end

Life will find you once again

Come take my hand my broken friend 

 

Last chorus:

 

Look to the future not your youth

A new summer's day can be the truth

Clouds, still lined with silver threads 

Are there to weave Inside your head 

You wear your mother's warming smile

Still held with dignity & style 

And all the tracks, still gilded gold 

Will run forever through your soul. 

 

End.