Just have to be there
She spoke to me of love
this good friend of mine
I am pleased for you my smile said
but under I was afraid for her
Her heart was for a bad seed
whose roots would tear and rip
Are you sure of this man that has your eyes
I can sense is eagerness for something
Something you long for but never had
please don’t make this mistake my friend
But then maybe you should
then pain will be your clarity
I must try though, to warn then walk
do my duty as a friend and then cry
As her trust is sliced again
and I sit and listen
Until next time
Anthracite 
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