Azriel Dreams (Died in a Fire and reborn as a Reaper / A Town called Passion)
I hear you my friend you rant and rave,
you do the worst things and can misbehave.
You are my friend I carry you well,
in my heart you can only do but well.
You have fought with such courage and ne'er done well.
Who was there to for those times to narrate them well?
I hope and pray that you may shine,
in any adversity with grace sublime.
You show the courage of a soldier true;
you bring forth a conscience and light in you,
it rang the bells that say, in me for you.
I see a friend that is an arrow true.
You bring things forward that are hard to meet;
to show the grace of a force once elite.
Say now and hold this inside of you.
To faith, hope, love and God you shall always be you.
It's you my friend I see and say;
No truer a friend that may one want this day.
Stay steadfast and see I am here for you.
My friend, comrade and mirror in life are you.
You are my friend, I see you now.
I can not see anything but why and how.
The grace you show and do with ease;
can only let any heart be appeased.
What shines in my commentary about this tale?
Is that I lie not to any and this can be unveiled.
To see in time our friendship true.
Stay steadfast and be as you.
You are what people see and say;
that could be a real friend to never sway.
I look and talk about you this way.
My heart says you are my true, please stay.
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