The Friends We Meet

He once stood at the top of the line Watching the sun creeping out from behind Hew wals with courage in his boot, and he just Know how to shoot, he did everything Perfectly well and he was good at making new friend But since he left the lion’s den he was never himself again. Com let me tell you a story of one man’s courage and his rice to Glory, isn’t a fairy tale or something that evolves out of the movies, it is about a man that lives in the street and how courage Rise him to his feet, it is a similar story that you he.ar everyday but th kindness of one man’s journey paved the way. He made salt out of sugar and coffee out to tea, and he made a lounge out od bamboo to entertain friends and company; he did everything form training the young army recruits, and teaching little girls and boys how to tie their shoe; he gets everyone to sing their own song, he was there for everybody and he made everyone happy. We would sit in the jungle for hours, waiting for the enemy And listening to his story and when the mosquitos surrounds us He would use a special puff to scatter them, how much I missed that friend; he was sort of protective but never controlling, he was free spirited, but disciple; he was perfect but had room for growth, but tragedy came when the hunting knife slit his throat That day in the woods everything change and nothing was the same; rumor had it to say that his partner of fifteen years, butcher him in the woods for a reason no one could understood But every year on the first of May, the group holds a party To honor the friend we miss; the murder weapon was never found but legend had it that the woman he was with was recuse form the pulpit she had a nervous breakdown and walked naked around the town but later regained her sanity, but the friend we missed never came back to us and we all let the town on the midnight bus.