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There was a time when friends would come and go, And like the seasons make sure to return. But as the rings around the tree bark grow, To choose our truest friends we must all learn. Flung into life as windswept as grey leaves, Wrapped in cloth rags and stitched identity. We age outside the walls like guilty thieves, Desperate for breadcrumbs of company. We improvise like ghosts inside a song, But often can't escape the songs within. Lucky you must count yourself all along, To hear the true friend's voice above the din.      This choice, this raindrop day, this lifelong storm:      With whom you spend your days your life will form.

Discovering the limelight in her eyes, Without a hint of paparazzi glare. Before the borders betwixt cares and sighs, She stands alert to all feelings we wear. She'll dive into the sweet black depths of pain, To research all the jewels glow'd in the dark. She trains her breath so she can climb again, And sing of all our troubles like a lark. She does walk through fire understanding, The flames are as alive as you or I. Mistakes fly looking for love's safe landing, Bury yourself to learn best how to fly.      We wake up the same; bedroom stage or screen.      When she shows: you'll know better what I mean.