simple advice to help a friend

where the air seems harder to breathe

where you know its not your art to paint

from the nights rolling into days

I see your spirit finding its home

where you mother had warned you against

on the far reaches of the forest

surely no soul has been before

but do you really think its that lame

to draw the cards to play the game

build a wall to defend

to show the path to help a friend

I see your spirit fing its way

while these little pests keep coming back

they take the last ray out of you

and I know its hard to hang around

simple advice and a simple friendship

where life has grantd to us

but can you respond I'm talking to you

or has the numbers paralyzed you?

but do you really think its that lame

to draw the cards to play the game

build a wall to defend

to show the path to help a friend