Keep Your ''Friends Close''
My weeping willows were crying on my chest waiting for me..
Screaming for me to wake.
The rain falling on my face;simply trying to shake me back to life..It was to perfect..I didn't understand,one morning a boy then to a man.
How may I stand,what should I say;A simple touch on my shoulder.
A wink too my eye,we had lost the race but i didn't understand why.
He was the best for his position but never the less,all about money,sadly I confess.
A game we dared not play,but we would shortly fade.I quickly learned do not
play on their terms,shoot the opposition even when you know its wrong,If we
would have struck then,this wouldn't have prolonged.Now there gone but I'm still
here,sorry,never going away, Kiss my foot Mr.D.A.Your God son, what more must I must I say.
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