(Bounced off: Butterfli's 'I call you friend')
Friendship
'It is my hope
that you find peace
It is my help
that you have when you need
It is my love
that shall never end
And it is all because
I call you friend'
And that is why
my weathered hand
scarred and stabbed a hundred times
still reaches softly to your side
and offers you, gaping wide
my heart, my whole, my happiness.
This hand has been a cruel fist
this hand has struck a thousand blows
but longs, deep down, to be held tight
in yours, my dear, my kindest friend,
for I am tired of the fight
tired of the lonely night
just hold my hand, and be my friend
and let our loving... never end.
F.M.
(c)
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