To Friends

Eight of us strived,
One – gave up,
Six of us craved
The pain to stop,
Four of us stayed
On inverted top,
Wherever we’ve played
It’s now a dump.
Three of us lost
The sense of fear,
It’s easy to boast
With a hand on gear,
Two of us chased
The phantoms home,
So I’m not dazed
To rhyme alone.

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