Friends
They love you
When you defend them
They run
When you need a helping hand
Real ones are there in total silence
Called the silent ones
To massage the pain
Inside
Of a wounded soul
They were there long ago
They are there now in the snow
Holding hands
Never letting go
Friends
Wiping tears
Striking fears
Praying for good cheer
Please me lord
Serve me one more beer
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