ruminations, lines in the sand, and a feeble attempt to document my most sacred moments...
Monday, June 06, 2011
For You
You just call out my name, and you know wherever I am I'll come running to see you again. Winter, spring, summer, or fall, all you got to do is call You've got a friend.
Hey, ain't it good to know that you've got a friend? People can be so cold. They'll hurt you and desert you. Well they'll take your soul if you let them. but don't you let them....
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