A Friend
Life in the Badlands
Were the free roaming bandits lie
Only on this desolate land
Can true friends be made
Not people that
Call you friend
Yet runs to save themselves
Leaving your life as pay
Those friends you find at every turn
But here in the badlands
Are were true friends lie
Friends that share your tears
And laugh when you laugh
There are always friends
That will leave you alone in the dark
And friends that
Will hold your hand
Through the perils you face
Even though
They need not place
There life in danger
Life in the Badlands
A friend you have
But a friend that bleeds for you
Is better
Life in the Badlands
Were free roaming friends lie
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