The defence from a friend shatters my ugly spirits,
He is a golden item on the menu, one we overshadow.
It is possessing and demanding, the names of a man,
That feed on the young-at-heart, giving freedom and health.
The friends of a journey are full of modesty,
With their health and lovely feet, so travelling.
This is intelligent and wise, like the old rhythm of a man
That decides to survive and rescue all in the way.
My friend defends my upbringing, and causes me,
He causes me to stay and learn of the mission in me.
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