Friendship

by Sam Hindmarsh   Jul 5, 2008


Harmony is joy,
Speaking in a different way;
Singing like a choir boy.
Gentle, thankful, tearful.

If you think as the sun,
Composing a melody.
Laughing like a brook a run.
Gentle, thankful, tearful.

You and I,
Different many a way.
In the good things and the bad things.
Gentle, thankful, tearful.

But our friendship still lives on,
I thank you more and more.
For the things you've done for me,
I'm tearful

(Dedicated to a friend who forgot friendship.)

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