The Friends (poem)
A tale of a charming lost lady
Whose life wasn’t all it could be
Who now spends her night in her darkness
In drinking a past memory
Reflecting on far away voices
Come to me come to me come to me
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Her life wasn’t always so pointless
Her blessings were songs her friends sought
New fashions adventure love stories
All these were the gifts that she brought
Confusion delusion illusion
These things ruled the night when they fought
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She calls them but no one will answer
As she drifts through her misery
She thought that her friends were much closer
Her tears wondered how this could be
Then once more a whisper was calling
Come to me come to me come to me
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By mirror she kept precious picture
Her friends from time long before
Our hands will be comfort in sorrow
Was bond to each other they swore
Her cries filled the bleak ever after
As picture crashed down on the floor
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In time all her friends came to see her
And offer forgiveness’s plea
But they found her abode now empty
And wondered what they couldn’t see
There within a picture was a face
Come to me come to me come to me
