They come and go,
Just like the winds of a summer that never came.
Some make you feel guilty and others help you glow,
Others make you feel out-of-place, others help you see the flame.
Oh friends, friends
Tending to our wounds and making amends.
They help us cleanse,
But also help us see there are ends.
They hold our hands,
They help us stand.
One for all and all for one
Just like a grain of sand; part of something more.
Some want more
And other rather be alone.
To ignore is to explore,
That a stone is more than just a stone.
They come and they go,
Like the breeze of a morning, bringing glow……..
To the dreams we never know.
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