Life is a journey best traveled with friends.

But some unfortunatly reach an early end.

Their bodies worn and beaten down.

Life has brought them to the ground.

The journey just isn’t worth it anymore.

They’re knocking on death’s front door.

Oh, these restless nights,

Wondering if you did it all right.

Hoping they’ll be there when you wake up,

But knowing that their time may have come.

Failure to see they are struggling.

It feels like no one is listening.

Fading slowly from the light.

They’ve already put up quite the fight,

Battling those inner demons that claw

At the inside of their skulls, they knaw.

Filling the body with so much grief,

Until they feel more fragile than a leaf.

Oh, these restless nights,

Wondering if you did it all right.

Hoping they’ll be there when you wake up,

But knowing that their time may have come.

Endless bouts of depression.

One can have only so many medications.

Trying to keep yourself afloat,

While pulling others into your boat.

Rolling through crashing waves.

Regrettably, not all can be saved.

Oh, these restless nights.

Oh, these restless nights.