Just Like a Friday Night

Here i stand alone

hope bright sun

and sometimes the sound of birds

makes me smile

this speck of hope

i still hold tight now

just one time now

like a shadow of light falling

there is still a shadow of my hope now

first person in my dreams

without throwing a bit of sadness

her warm hand handheld

in the dark night I ask the psychic

what should I do

if i should cry

or pleaded for her return

just like a friday night

there are only a small child cries

headstone broken finger around

and the blood of the full moon

or should I say

like the story of jack and sally

just hope without ever met

forever