Song Creation - Johns Home

I lost a friend last Saturday night

His name was John and now he's gone

I met him a few months back with a sign in his hands, small pack on his back

Need work it read, an ailment thrashed his face bloodied and red

No trouble maker blood but a light hearted man

I bought him breakfast, I bought him beer, sharing wisdom, and birth year

Taught me when you sleep in the woods use your ears

Parents threw him out when his brain caused him to thrash about

Too stupid to see that everyone isn't the same as thee

Thinking about him daily I wished I had a life to offer him

As life fizzled by I watched him clean his stone shakras at the local witches bode

Then one night at the dinner table after a long toke, my lover handed me the local paper which read my good friend John is not here no more

The tears flowed and flowed and my confusion grew, I sweared to myself his memory lives through

Not long after at the spot where he held that sign a parking cone was erected holding laments and losses and confusion wrought notes

His Saturdays river bath came at the wrong time, when his brain wasn't right and its burned in my mind

Where was his bed? Where was his friends? It's all such a terribly beautiful end.

The time I spent was fleeting but I've learned a great deal from his deep heart and listening

John is me, John is you, forever it's TRUE