Friend.

Treat this back bone like a wall
So small, but you can lean on it, on me,
These bonds of skin and nerves are wrapping round me, holding me safely
Till another day comes,
And another heart beat runs, up to the bleeding of a friend,
And holds them safe again.

The tears begin to fall,
From eyes, the sobs from tongues and hit the floor,
And are just absorbed, and don’t make nothing,
While this friend still holds on looking for something
And sees a twinkling in their eye, and knows that they will
without the hurt, just be fine.

And each arm wrapped around the chest,
Is best, when holding the body back,
From pain, or snapping back to black, torture rack and smacks.
And when each soldier in this friendship line,
Will be holding on tight,
And fight the good fight from morning to evening, and vice.

And poppies will still dance on their stage,
Still blooded but not with anger or with raw rage.
But with a fight for friends. and a unity of all
Cus we were small, but together we are big.
And thats how we will stay,
Together.

And every kid will fight a war,
Together, for every friend life’s path saw
And in the morning when the sun comes up, the shadows are gone, and the mist clears the sore hearts.
We will stand up, straight up, look up, tears rolling back up, smiles spreading out.

For miles and miles we’ll stand
A wall of man, and holding hands, we are the wall of friends,
Brothers, no longer a one man band.
Walking steady paces, feet falling, fear crawling, under the ground.
So understand.

If you have a friend,
you hold them close and never let them go,
Because one day you will wake so slow, and see them walking quickly pass,
too fast for you to look up,
And they will be gone.