It's hard to speak and think sometime
and even harder to let things go, unwind
and chill by the open fire.
It's a pain to remember the past and word's that
get stuck on your clothes.
It's hard to stand without your friends
by your side.
Supporting, understanding and carrying you
when you have lost the strength to walk.
The family pick and pull your foundation apart
yet you'll always be there with open arms and
a smile, saying it's ok i still love you even
more to day.
At the end of the week you sit and hold a glass up
to the world and say.
Thank you my dear's for without you all i would
not be me.
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