I could speak of life in general, But this ones for a friend.
We live our lives all by ourselves, together till the end.
When clouds roll in and dim the light.
We need the sun to help us fight.
Just like the weather, our moods do change.
And alone together, we both feel strange.
With eyes espy of others joy.
We hope and pray, but remain coy.
In silent shrowds of hopeless fear.
We await a hand to wipe our tear.
But time goes by and tears just dry.
As we give up and don't even try.
So with every fiber of my being.
I hope you hear what I am seeing.
And in your heart, you'll know I care.
Cause I am here, and you are there.
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