Maybe when the lights begin to fade

And every fire that burned's just dying embers

And Father Time has rained on our parade

You'll look me in the eye and we'll remember

When all's been said and done

In whatever has become

That you and I were friends for the journey.

And every time a friendship's been betrayed

Become the victim of some misdemeanour

Bewildered by mischievous masquerade

Or bruised because the game became much meaner

My ragged smile inside

Was easier to find

When you and I were friends for the journey.

As certainties unravel and unfold

And mystery starts whispering on my shoulder

And all that was important's being told

You'll read it on my face when we are older

Traced upon my times

And weaved between my lines

That you and I were friends for the journey.

You're traced upon my times

You're weaved between my lines...

And you and I are friends for the journey.

Poetry by Various Contributors

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