Play your sad guitar a while
that I may sing for thee
of words that sit within my heart
and technicolour dreams.
Play a tune of broken wings
now healed by tender hands
brought to flight by friendship strong
and moons in distant lands.
Harmonise with me this night
let music be our guide,
you see my soul in different light,
through darkness, where I hide.
Then I'll lift up my song to thee
the sweetest ever heard
and raise my voice in thanks once more
to friendship, love and words.
For my sweetest friend.