Loose Wires

The mental moon completes the view And lights the night-time sky, Poor sods driven by despair and madness, Unsure of who or why? Here, the lost souls pace up and down, In wait for all their med's, The only thing that seems To help maintain stable, or level heads. Once they'd been deemed 'normal' kids With many dreams and desires But now, unhinged, crazy fucker's! -With heads full of loose wires, Kids they were, like you and me, With gracious hopes of things to be, Now broken down and driven wild, A sorry sight for one to see, One boy, John, was a cheeky lad I had known him rather well, He had a car crash accident That had put him half through hell, He'd been through the mill, His life almost well and truly undone, But now frozen cold and still, His body all rigid and numb, I miss the lad so much, He used to be so great and funny, so dear, A smiling soul, happy, And at ease with himself, without any fear, But life's hand had Not dealt for him all that well, And from that shaky column of sanity He had oh so briskly fell, Into the abyss -He went-down that slippery slope, All his remaining years spent here, Stuck on medicine and doped, The tears keep falling, Again and again, here in the falling rain, Whilst friends and family pray They find some help to ease his pain. The years tick by, With a depressed longing sigh, oh my, oh why? But the lonely moon never leaves That murky ebony of late night sky.