You normally look no further
On your hands you’re able to count
Established bonds from your fingers
In between, it’s a great amount
A house, a bar, even a park
Anywhere, the fun follows
A walk or a talk, we embark
A journey where friendship grows
Meeting at day, meeting at night
No exception for a rainbow
And if one of us doesn’t feel right
For his grief, we act as scarecrows
From memories we created
To tomorrows that still awaits
Here is a thought dedicated
To friends of mine that relates
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