A Friend

I sprouted through cracks in the world where you lived, Bringing ideas that were new, New to the world they tried to destroy, Destroy all the pride that you grew, And I gave you an antique, rusted old key, The sort that would open old doors, For you to use in this overgrown world, So you could reclaim all that was yours, Then the sun shone through, lighting desires, Lighting the jigsaw of dreams, Opening the way for you to move on, Opening the road to your needs, And you stepped right through, holding my hand, Stood on the path of elope, To escape from the turmoil you found yourself in, with me, Your friend that’s called Hope.