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A small tribute to friendship and the hope it brings to our lives. |
| Your dreams may crash, Yet, I too feel the burn. Grief, I shall proudly sash. For this time, it's my turn. Once I too sat alone. Ne'er forget the day. A light beacon, you shone. I knew, I'd be okay. I'm but a vessel for your tears, So not a drop will spill. In me, you may cast your fears, Forever now, forever till. Any tear, we will sew. A broken heart, we may mend. Till you're good as new, To the wounds we may tend. Why this irksome task? Seemingly, without an end. Why carry ail, you ask? Because I call myself, your friend. |