Posted:Sat Jan 3, 2009 3:29 AM CST
my friend
a very close friend taught me how to fight
no matter the odds, ne'er concede your right
for should you bow down and not show your face
you enable a bully to show you your place
my friend's name is scherie, an indian girl
for a great while our hearts were dancing awhirl
but soon the dam burst, we drifted apart
each other to carry a piece of our heart
and now at a distance, I glance from afar
forever to carry our love in a jar
one day if I'm lucky, might hear me to shout
was opened, the lid, our love has won out
free from the self imposed shackles we wore
away from the prison, had unlocked the door
we'll fly once again, as free as a bird
to each other's arms, with nary a word