I now know things...
things...
You came to me
with your arms full of...
Maybe we're too young to remember
when our friendship started...
In a strange land
the sky was not my own...
The times we had and stories that we shared,
when I did almost drown in waters deep...
I traverse this island nation,
And I've traveled over seas...
When everything around you crumbles
When all you can see is dust...
You know, you really do give me strength
in your fractured fragility...
You never walked out on me
stayed in the very next room...
I woke from a dream in the early hours,
But Martin Luther was not there...
A bond among two
That words can't say...
Monday, 4 December 2017
9:18 pm...