ForMyFriend
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The tears she cries are not the good ones
She was not just someone
I dont know how it slipped my mind
She was always so kind
How was i supposed to know
She was slowly letting go
Hang on, darling
don't go punching through walls
Sometimes in the dark
we easily fall
Hold up, honey
you're not alone
the walls are listening
until I get home
It seems we've come so far with the hands of time
An arm's length from World Wart 2 to civil rights
We are standing taller for equality
But not reaching our potential height
