Pure..

A friend in needs a friend indeed,
A friend who bleeds is better
Our thoughts compressed,
Which makes us blessed,
And makes for stormy weather

Coming up beyond belief
More chaotic, no relief
I'll describe the way I feel
Weeping wounds that never heal
Can the savior be for real
Or are you just my seventh seal?

No hesitation, no delay
You come on just like special K
Gravity
No escaping gravity
not for free
I fall down...
Hit the ground
Make a heavy sound
Every time you seem to come around

One love.