Friends
How many count them, Do you really call a friend? Really, count them... And tell me where your fingers end I'm not talking about acquaintances Or people you stop and wave-to-Hi I'm talking about those people that you know, Where you never want to say good-bye How many? Really how many can you say? Where you can tell your darkest secrets And with your friend they see the light of day Tell me with who you let your guard-go-down Where you can feel-at-ease and dance around In your living room to a romantic tune Lay down at night look-up-at-the-moon Laugh together like kids in a cool tree house Then both stay quiet as a small church mouse Hoping you can stay there Forever...
And no one will ever come-and-look As you both anxiously discover more about each other, Like the next chapter in a book... How many? And which friend when you hug them You know it will not bug them Not any time of day Not ever when you say You Like them Or Love them That you never want to be-above-them But just be-with-them Side by side along for the ride, of a Lifetime... Being-goofy, being-silly, crying-being-mad And the next moment laughing so damn hard That when you look at them you're really glad, They're your friend... How many? Listen, you know this Deep down inside your heart We can name these Maybe one or two Possibly several or a few, But for sure we all need more, More friends just like this... Friends who love you for who you are Like kids who share And wish upon a star We hope and dream that we don't miss to share our lives and have happiness... These friends are really those bright stars Illuminated across the evening sky Just be honest and say we tried To be a friend just like this, To love another whether hit-or-miss And realize each one of us That this road only truly ends When we don't need any hands or fingers To count all of those That we call Friends...
©8DaveWonder 2010
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