My Friend Michael

When a was just a wee lad, When I was a young boy, I had a friend called Michael We played soldiers with our toys. Michael he was Protestant, And I was Catholic born, There was divide between us But friendship we had sworn, "Don't be friends with them, They are all the devils scum" Said the lads at my school They didn't like my chum. Because of this I left a friend, Never thought I'd see again, Until I came face to face, With Michael at a fence. Now Michaels face was covered, But I could see it in his eyes, My presence in the Belfast streets, Had Caught him with surprise. As I'd embraced a rebels life He'd joined the RUC, And as we stood in Belfast's streets His gun he aimed at me. Michael, please remember, we were once great friends, We've known each other all our life This isn't how it ends... I'm sad to say this story Is probably not alone In friendships that were frozen So hate could take the throne. Enemies were once friends But now we are all alone In this empty graveyard, just a box full of bones.