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Friend ©

Mystery Rose
USA
2003

Today I spoke to a friend and as I listened to her cries,
I held out my hand, and she wiped her tears dry.
She began to talk in sentences that helped her clear the air,
and I listened as she talked out loud and love filled the air.
She knows that she has a journey and she knows she must begin.
But what she often forgets is that she has a lot of friends.
She doesn't need to carry all the heavy load she bears,
but if she can remember, there is many who care.
Life doesn't promise us roses, no, not even heaven scent,
just remember we love you and that should help to mend
the broken heart you carry, will be healed in the end.


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