This the Grave Where Friendship's Found
I wasn’t listened to so turned to rage
and that way stuck and took the stage
From please help me
To Hell set free
I became so very unlike myself
Lost my job through cards Life dealt
the disrespect that I then felt
became respect when fists would pelt
people learnt to treat me well
So I’d put down the battle axe
And just like that the banter’s back
gone the second I attack
they treat me rough when not in danger
so very brave when I back down
cowards traitors now made strangers
this the grave where friendship's found
Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2020
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