2003-09-05 - 6:13 p.m.
this is my song to you
the wounds of a friend are true
better than kisses betrayers give
soothsaying words that seldom live
a real friend will not berate
but tells you when you need it straight
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sensitive, gentle, caring and open
a someone who knows when you need dopin'
not afraid when off you rant
seldom says to you, "I can't"
shows you things you've never seen
knows just how to read between
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let the righteous punch me out
it shall be as a fanfare shout
thank GOD that someone kicked my ass
and taught me that my flesh is grass
that guickly grows in morning dew
but withers when the day is through
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