See You Around

Hold my hand squeeze it tightly when it's time and I go let go don't say good-bye just say see you around if its not here it will be there there is no cure for the pain that love leaves behind no grave no urn can hold captive a soul memories need self-medication to dull the pain sometimes I giggle like I'm insane sometimes I cry and I don't know why through joy and tears seeing what's not there but one day the years and tears of self-inflicted guilt like a light bulb slowly dimming, will grow weary and wear out and I'll see you around for some tea and peace Frank (Black) Blacharczyk