Through the choices that I make,
to stay in touch with those which time lost,
I must choose.
That of the friend who gave me joy.....
That of the friend who gave me happiness.....
That of the friend who gave me kindness.....
That of the friend who gave me memories.....
That of the friend who he now only sees.
On what hard stone ground must the battle be fought,
On what cause must this fight start to never end until
the one says....."It's over"?!
Jealous.....over what?!
The time I would spend, laugh and joke, is trashed by love,
On what grounds must this become the wall?
ON WHAT GROUNDS?
To never see a friend so fair, that through this coloud he must speak,
decide, act, choose.....
A choice unlawfully made by one over another.....
Life for a life.....
Friend over love.....
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