As time passes we all need someone there to be strong. Someone to hold on to, a should to and an ear to listen. For you my friends, I would fight ocean to beast to be by your side.
Our fears define grey from black-
Universes constantly recreating itself.
Our fears grand in theme, pressure our memories-
We are to accept past as given fate yet-
Our fears show only our past, future still to play.
She my friend, my flesh, my blood-
Cries in fear from prior devastation,
I might not realize how tender of the wound-
But know this as family we do follow through.
I ask you to grant me this favor,
Between fierce of night and cold of day-
Never shy away from your emotions,
Allow my friendship to warm, welcome in the stay.
Known for my loyalty, my might, my passion-
Allow me to be at your side as time predicts.
My precious friend to keep you safe;
With body and mind I will not falter.
Know these to all be true,
Thus we grow older…
Our memories invade our definition of right;
From you and liked others it was when I learned when to fight.