Beneath a Crescent Moon - Kublai Khan TX

Home at a dead end

In the creek past the fence you’d find him

Too young to know the hurt the world holds

Childhood friends on the back road

Still I’m stunned by the news

Why is it I still think of you?

Life’s come a long way since the cul-de-sac

To tragic tales on train tracks

For what it’s worth

It’s kept me up late

So many years past

And I never lost sleep

But now I question what was in your head

What had happened since we weren’t friends

Fuck

Cry to God

Life lost

As I write you’re in my mind

Sitting down to analyze

The events and how they unfold

Your emotions and the stories untold

The hardest part for me alone

Is knowing that I’ll never know

Not meant to know