Bruised and battered a friendship Sometimes hangs by a tiny thread As we came to the edge Urged on , by all , but our own souls We stop for friendship sake Staring at the rocks of death below We walked the cliff edge black Hearts pounding like stampeding rhino Charging our very path Dragons of fear circle over head Breathing fire over all Pride clamors for higher ground Standing tall and righteous We fly high in the sky Preying like vultures Search for every fault
Feeling lost and alone We seek the lower land With pastures lush and green And soil deep and rich Where horses softly munch Teaching us their gentle ways For the loss of a friend Can be to much to bear In this already harsh world Weighing like lead on our back
Like the captain of our own ship We cling to the end As our world sinks from under us Breaking boards and smashing masts Many splinter blind our eyes As we float together in darkness Waiting , for the storm to pass Then the great sewer grabs our very souls And throws us to the earth Braking our ego shells With troubles of our time And sew new friendship To be born anew
As only the friendship Which has great strength The power to endure many deaths That see through much lashing pain Can ever earn its name For friendship forged in great heat Will find itself sealed to the eternal time
I wrote this about a year ago after falling out and then gradually making up with a friend it was largely about boundary issues.