My Best Friend
Hope and I are best friends you see
We dream the same things, her and me.
From the first time I saw her I always knew
We would be best friends, stuck together like glue.
Hope has been with me since I can remember
She was there with me that cold and awful day in September
Where time stopped and the angels cried
Hope was there with her arms open wide.
As I grow older I often wonder
If Hope will stay with me until beyond the yonder
Or at least until my dreams have passed and I fall like dust
Carrying me farther, farther than she must.
Hope and I are best friends you see
Until always, until the end of me.
Copyright © Holly Ward | Year Posted 2012
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