30/05/20
So is this what it's all about?
You grow together, branches on this tree of life
Entangled through hopes, dreams and wonderous schemes
Limits are a lie even though you and I are grounded
Bonding through what's in the bottle
May I vent if a soul is allowed to
The heart of Youth if I may say
May be a part of you left with incisions
I always thought friends, scratch that Brothers
Would grow together and for an eternity
Relate to the other
But life comes with a knife in hand
Teaches you lessons with a Machiavellian plan
Or maybe I'm just being too harsh
And you were given a position, only forced to play your part
To mature maybe is to seperate
And grow new wings
If that is the case then best be prepared
I WILL grow wings, great and rare
Make the average man think, "life is unfair"
Why? Well, let me let you know.
Since a seed, I was destined to glow
Forget me momentarily
But you will remember me, for as long as forever
Like the fire that needs the air
I won't burn unless you're there
That goes for everyone who WILL recall
They ain't never had a friend like me
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