Wilson's Head/House's Heart

In a dark room

With curtains drawn

Time slowly ticks by

Toward the approaching dawn

Heart and soul are open

To the harsh elements of the night

Unknown are the consequences

That will greet the morning's light

A friend's devotion can't be listed

Like groceries on a page

He will kneel beside you, hold you up

Give advice that is sage

But hot, searing jabs of pain

Cloud the judgment of the tongue

It spews words forth at a target

Whose heart many times has been stung

No matter how sharp the barbs

No matter how harsh the pain

Friends rise together in the haze

To go forward into life again

How much longer this continues

Whether one or the other departs

House will stay by Wilson's side

With a deep sorrow in his heart