Friends and Battles
Friends and battles
Every step I'm taking,
every move I'm making,
it feels like a dark cloud is between us,
to be real friends,
but there is a voice in the cloud saying that you never reach it,
to be totally accepted as a friend,
although I pray,
every move I'm taking feels like going backwards,
but I got to keep on trying.
Got to keep my head held up high ,
there will always be dark clouds,
which will devour you,
wet clouds heavy burden upon you,
clouds that are lightweight with an opening,
but daring to slip inside it to walk with it
and float the same way as the others,
it will always be storms, lightning and battles.
It's not always about what's on the other side,
above the clouds the sky is always blue,
it is to take a step further.
The struggle I'm facing,
the chance I'm taking,
sometimes it's heartbreaking,
just trying to be a friend,
is it worth the battle or is it better to stand all alone,
again.
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