Just typing it up as it comes to head..

I can't believe he's doing this again
We've met before but I almost couldn't understand
Because the thoughts of yesterday began shifting away
The idea still remains, today
That one day you would be alright
But tonight, I greet you like my darkest friend
My tired, weary headed friend
That I once asked to hold my hand
Asks me to follow him
Into the restless dream of tomorrow
The wheels which are scorn
Mark up the only road I know
But I will follow you into the light, tonight.

A quick one for my pop.