Friend

Just another perfect morning may lie ahead, But the darkness hides his body too well. I find happiness discovering his breath moves the air, He’s there. Though his back is turned, he moves as if to challenge me, As though I have to find his reasons to stay. And I’ve felt this for years, but despite all my fears He stays. And it’s all I need When he turns around and calls me his friend. And I try to make myself believe Oh that it’s not pretend, and good things never end. Now the day that showed such promise runs away from me, I start a troubling trend of lacking success. But there’s always that one thing I can count on, Oh, and I guess That he’s all I need When he turns around and calls me his friend. As I try I’m starting to believe Oh that it’s not pretend, and good things never end. Never end, never end, no the good things, they Never end, never end, never end Now that I call him my friend. My friend.