At the Gates

AP, To those of you who were and will be there with me through the muck.

Losing friends
Giving life
Taking stride
Losing pride
Not giving up
But giving in
Was not a waste
I really tried
Can say I earned
I say I learned
We played with fire
Both got burned
It's all but passed
Set at half mass
It's all but buried
Under the grass

Give my life
To the ones
That were there
For me before
Give my strife
To all the ones
That left me standing
Out at the door
For those of you
That did not make it
You are not gone
I'll not forsake it

Meet me there at the gates....

Author's Note

JG, February 2011