Any PQers or BMRers have probably already read this, but oh well.
Welcomes
"Welcome to the wedding," the greeter says,
Yet it is no welcome for the stranger.
He walks down the aisle to the section labeled
"Miscellaneous Friends."
He sits, head in hands, holding back his tears,
Wondering why he came.
The wedding music comes to pass,
And as she walks down the aisle,
The stranger breaks down.
He cannot help it, his life seems hollow
Save all the mistakes he has made.
He's red with sorry and rage
Even though he knows he shouldn't be.
"Speak now, or forever hold your peace,"
He sits on the pew, knowing he can't stand.
He has so much to say,
But he knows it will do no good.
So he sits, alone, forever alone,
Until his dying day.
He rememebers when his life was good,
When his troubles were so few.
He knew in his heart it'd not alway be
He knew, he knew, he knew.
Yet he convinced himself life would stay great,
That he was perfect, and he'd succeed.
Slowly, though, he realized that "rock bottom"
Does not exist. He sits there, helpless,
Falling deeper and deeper,
As his life rots away.
The wedding done, he leaves the chapel
Worse off then he'd been.
His fate is sealed, she'll never be his,
Yet he can't stop loving her.
He knows he never will.
And that's what kills him the most.