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I Wish I Had a Friend
Quizmo LaGrande I wish a friend to battle In a round table array And plead a truce in glory Be my ally come what may. My friend I’d tell the truth to, A kind and caring soul Who’d listen with a golden ear And bear my heavy load. I’d tell of knights and passions there From far off distant lands; I’d tell of being swept away By pirate’s slight of hand. I’d tell of secrets kept and hid, Of truths thought of as lies, Of clandestine arrangements, Of lover’s passioned cries. I’d tell of disillusion, Heartbreak, hurt and scorn, Betrayal of a tender love That early summer morn. I’d tell of languished feelings, A near death of broken heart, Yet a thankfulness for giving, No regret, I played the part. I’d speak of all those long, lone months Of trying to let go, And moving on in stature, Other issues pressed me so. I’d cry of independence, That be that love or not, I would fjord ahead for justice, Breaking shackle strongly wrought Amazing now to think Of the road so long I’ve hacked, The mountains I’ve passed over The trails marched, I’ll not look back. If I only had a friend to hold, Right now, I need an ear, Sympathetic, understanding, Some one to tell my fear. And though I’ve done my bidding, And freed myself from one, Happiness and revelation, Relief marriage burden’s ton. Yet, now I stand bewildered In the dawn of setting sun, Understanding not the meaning Of love’s precious undone. And I’d tell of thoughts of true love Is true love really true If the one you’re truly loving Does not in turn love you? But I know this not for certain That one’s hopes and dream aren’t mine, I fear to ask the question Because the answer may not rhyme So, do I live a life of daydreams Or, go to love and hope That someday he’ll discover And end this pity’s mope? Please tell me, friend, the answer, How to dry these morbid eyes To look beyond this setback, And be freed to zenith rise? Tell me I’ve no bearing Help seek course in which to sail Find focus on the present No need to dwell on fail. ***
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