My best friend died while I was drunk, and I just found out today.
The sad part is, that I don't know, just when Bill passed away.
Billy used to live with us, and we took care of him.
He needed help. I turned him out, alone, to sink or swim.
I told myself; It's for the best. We need our privacy.
I didn't give him too much thought, I was thinking just of me.
Bill was such a gentle man, with kind and thoughtful ways.
But, still, I turned my back on him, in my alcoholic haze.
The world would be a better place, with more people just like Bill.
I regret I threw my friend away, and I know I always will.
I think of Bill 'most every day,and Lord, I miss him still
I hope and pray, if I come back, I'll be a gentle man, like Bill
I'll tell Sharon of our loss, my God, how she will grieve.
But Billy's in a better place. That's what I must believe.
The gentle nature, that was Bill's, made him such easy prey
For predators who roam the streets, claiming victims every day.
I hope to God That I helped Bill, before I turned him out.
I tried my best to show my friend what evil lurks about.
And, now that I've abandoned drink, I think of Billy boy.
And rue the day he left our home, his friendship brought us joy.
