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