subtitle: 'Thank you kindly.'

Sung to the tune of "A Day in the Life" by The Beatles

I see the words there on the screen
But they are not from Amy, not today.
Some soul-less, heartless being that
Took her 'fore she could say "No!
"No! I don't want to go!"

I see the words there on the screen
They're asking us to please not write again.
One disobeys, and in his words
There's nothing we can do,
not as her friends, and if we tried I doubt that we could really help

I wish that I could change the words
That Amy would not say "please don't write me"
I have a hope inside my heart,
That someday she'll be back
Amy back on track.
If I could show her this.

I see the words there on the screen
and inside, all emotion's blocked from sight.
I do not feel, I do not care.
No tears or pain, not horrified.
I cannot feel the hurt inside.

I see the words there on the screen
I know she did not take this fate by choice
the doctors, meds and momster dear
They acted thinking they would help;
They did no more than give her this; it is no choice but lack of voice

If I'd known all this would occur
I don't believe I'd think it was the truth.
It ended worse than you could think.
My friend is paralyzed.
The worst is realized.
What is there left to do?

I cannot tell who's speaking there.
I know it isn't the old friend I knew.
I know my old friend didn't choose
to write the note and say
"Please, friends, just go away."

The next day has another note
since none of us, her friends, believed the first.
Herr Momster says "Don't contact her."
since none of us, her friends,
believed the first; we didn't think that she had writ the words we read.

It is to laugh, the threats she made
and still I wonder how she sees us all.
We aren't all bad; we're really good
But Momster didn't see the truth
didn't look for proof.
Does Amy know we know?

"Don't contact her, or feel my wrath."
I see that wrath as naught but misplaced fear.
For we, her friends, whom she held dear,
still hope she'll travel on
the path where she won't be a pawn.

"Your presence was like giving keys
to her, a drunken sod; beyond the pale."
 . . . So this is Momster's view of us.
I think she's blind to Amy's needs;
she'll fail and fall and then Herr Momster's words will kill the girl.

I've seen my friend around Herr mom;
she starts to cut herself and wish for death.
I cannot help but think that end
is not too far away.
Come some rainy day?
So this is irony.

She sees the splinters in our eyes,
of course she doesn't see the log in hers.
She sees no good in Amy's friends;
She sees no fault in Herr Momster.
She doesn't know the good we were.

I wonder if she'll ever see
that Amy's life is now lifeless routine.
My friend can't think for herself now.
I hope that Momster will
leave and go away and maybe then my friend will have some peace.

There is no life without the choice
To do and say without approval from
An overbearing Herr Momster.
She is not from above
She does not know love.
I'd love to show her that.

She threatened us with legal course
I wonder if she knows the rules she broke
And if she does, she doesn't care
I'll not lose hope for Amy dear
The friendship that we had's too dear.

What will we do now?  I don't know.
I'm writing this to let out all the pain.
I keep on reading, writing more.
I want my friend to see
Her friends weren't poison; she was happy.  Momster, let your daughter be!

Herr Momster hasn't seen her friends;
the love and help and care we all gave her.
We aren't poison to our friend
And Momster does not see
She isn't healthy.
I'd love to show Herr this.