Who Is My Friend
I split the world wide open
i roam the seas just like a shark
searching for one to be a true friend
yet am still not sure if i release the dark.
A friend is one who is nice
who will be true to you until death
but how can one be consistently true
if no one is perfect.
A friend is someone in whom you depend
give them your heart to hold in there hand
but doing so will be taking a chance
since the preacher says trust no man.
One may boast i have found a friend
and he or she is definitely the best
if all is well when the stakes are high
when the chips have fallen put them to the test.
Copyright © Leonard Baird | Year Posted 2011
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