In the five decades that I have walk this earth
met many a people, some happy, some sad
the liars, the fakes, the ones who manipulate
and I discard them to the cold winter wind
but in you I can feel the warmth of someone
who's has been hurt as I have, looking for
looking for , looking for, looking for, what?
our conversations lead us to reason why
without any conclusions to heal the heart
but we enjoy who we are and have become
the others who banter us, are pathetic
weak and afraid of how they've evolved
let us turn their volume way down, to mute
so we can hear the sweet melody that we emit
and know that friend to friend, I'm always here