O My Friend Poem by Robert Macdonald
O My Friend
Oh my friend
I can dropp this elevator in my head
When I’m with you
And nothing really matters anyway
Or so it seems
Maybe I’m just a dream in disguise
A feeling I glimpsed in beckoning eyes
Throwing paint on my footprints
So they match with the sky
Cross these bamboo bridges
To find truth in my lies
Oh my friend
It’s far too early
We’ve got mothers that love us
We’ve got souls that are burning
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