Better Days

I’ve seen the good die young

And evil men grow old

Sultry summer nights

Becoming days of winters cold

I’ve been awake to see

Dew form under the morning sun

I’ve missed sleep to be

Alive before the break of dawn

Color me purple before my life ends

I’ve lived long enough to see

The deaths of my best friends

Funerals fueled from sadness

And sadness incites tears

Although happiness prevails

Reminiscing about those years

A picture paints a thousand words

While memories say the rest

Our loved ones never leave our hearts

When buried deep within our chests

I pray myself to sleep tonight

It seems to be the only way

What you’ve been through I can relate

And still we pray for better days

Better days.