All my friends have gone away. Sailing vessels leaving the bay. For the best four years and the promise of pay. But they dont even know what theyre chasing. Greater men have tried and failed. And all this time I thought that Id stay. As a ghost who would haunt this mountain. Alive in the ground digging out my coffin. Time was short on courts and pavement. We knew we had to leave. But did I make the most of every day. And did I give to not receive? Are there any words to better express the full extent of my grief? It hits home when youre not home. Theres no space to grow, and all this time not much to show. and all this time I thought that Id stay. As a ghost who would haunt this mountain. Maybe I should hold my tongue. And do my best to live with the stress thats mounting. I understand we all went away so we could have the stories to share when were back. Try to pass the same old %#@! to get a ahead and start your paper stack. I never thought I never thought a bond was something we lacked. Guess some of us just needed a change to heal the bones that we cracked. It takes four years away from your friends. To make you all forget how much time you spent.