Once I wrote...

Ah, pretending to be happy is but a sad distraction.  I rush to give you my silent warning, a gentle squeeze of your hand.

As I glance at the path I've walked, I've endured...companion less,

My face is overwhelmed with a familiar aroma and the dust keeps filling up

I collapse outside of town, landing softly
My leg weary of their endless journey
And fleeting memories run through my head
I see the same profile, hear the same words over and over

Like the girl who asked me_
  "isn't life so sad when all you do is live?"

You're still careless, yound and helpless
Dissapearing into a hollow void
Now, having witnessed sadness you should never seen,
Crying tears that should have remained dry,
We may not be tough enough to live on truth alone
but you know, we don't need to be....