Crimson Spots On Our Fingertips
With crimson spots on our fingertips
Blood started by a sharp pin prick
We mixed our blood in the tree house out back
And solemnly sealed our best friends pact
Two small boys at the young age of ten
Making a pledge we would honor time and time again
A bond that would hold for over sixty years
Helping each other through the turmoil and tears
When you broke your arm, I carried your schoolbooks
You took the blame for the piece of candy I took
We stood up together against the bully at school
I helped you learn to swim in the neighborhood pool
I practiced your lines for the high school play part
You helped me cope with my first broken heart
You didn’t live in the Honor’s House so we could be roommates
We always fixed each other up so we could double date
We were each other’s best men on our wedding days
And Godfathers for the children that came our way
You helped me through some financial times that were tough
I provided moral support when your divorce got rough
You sat up with me all night when my wife passed away
I helped you come to terms with your diagnosis that day
I watched you pass peacefully into the cold, dark night
And I know I will join you later when the time is right
With crimson spots on our fingertips
Blood started by a sharp pin prick
We mixed our blood in the tree house out back
And solemnly sealed our best friends pact
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2012
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