I need a friend, who will run the black alleys with ecstasies and delight
Under the pale moonlight, livid tales of life and together we'll achieve enlightenment
We will scream at the top of ours lungs with dessert sand between our toes not to be heard
We will touch the tip of McKinley and brew tea from the freshest waters of Earth
We will be under the stars wrapped tightly with cold kissing our skin
Believing there must be a god, just not the one we've read of
oh there will be everlasting joy and the days will run wild as wolves.
I need a friend, with morally tough skin, to sing along with the nightingale, to place a goodness in my heart where once was only sin,
to make beautiful dreams that come to fruition, who will say let's travel until we're done until our legs buckle under our own bone,
who does away with dogma, prejudice and then revelations will be held in the palm of my hands, and I'll hold them dearly as pearls of gold. Yes, you are a dear friend.