Many a friend come and go,
love for us they do show.
Whether it's a hug, a kiss,
when gone, we do miss.

Hell-os or good-byes,
they both make us cry.
Sometimes, there for the best,
but neither, give us any rest.

This edge we stand on,
before those words come.
Is lonely and sadness,
missin' a friends caress.

But alone we stand,
waitin' for a gentle hand.
To stand beside us,
to understand.
Penned By -BlueClear-

Standin' On The Edge Of Good-Bye
John Berry

March 17th,2000




"When Tears Fall To Heaven"