Friendship

Friend I ask one last thing,
And that is to walk with me.

But tread slow won't you?
This isn't your own path.

I've put on the wrong shoes,
and I seem to tread toward danger.

I know it's a great big hassle,
But this is the last Ill ask from you.

Because the path behind us,
Sticks to the bottom of my shoes.

And it seems the weight I can't shed,
Is going to lead me right back.

And I get confused which way is which,
So I'm glad you finally agreed.

Now when I walk from truth,
You'll lead my feet back home.

But that's not all why I asked,
See I asked you to walk my path, beside me.

And we don't ever stop walking until death,
So stay by my side, to the very end, my dear friend.