do friends last?
when you find one
does a friend trust?
when you fall
does a friend care much?
words of the old
praise what they hold
the friendship they mold
are these true even in the cold?
could a warm caress promise to fold
i got one, two and three
in a moment they flock to me
i was honored as all i can see
oh where are they coming really?
i am amazed and no words to say.
i want to drown myself
with this learnings that attest
i would blind my eyes at best
from the side that makes a test
and dream the real thing i wished.
but now i felt in the desert
a wasteland of the true muddy earth
how i wish i could really escape
flee from the reality and awake
shun the fact for goodness sake.
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