a great friend

oh i miss it like a great friend

a thing that can’t truly end

from it stems my purist emotion

can’t wait to give it my devotion

by gods will i love it

for within it he finds himself synonymous

away from the prison we create for ourselves

that builds as we establish

further and further in anguish

the land of forgotten by many

but beloved by few

an emotion felt not by plenty

but felt only by those who it grants view

from within it our lives sprang

and a song of contentedness rang

a song to say i’ve sang

a song i’ll sing