In friendship
we speak as one,
speaking in an ancient tongue.
Bullets melt off our skin.
Many try,
but can’t get in.
Sticks and stones
and playground bones
can’t touch the power
of friendship.
Torn apart
by misunderstanding,
like birds we find
our landing, in solidarity.
Magical reunion,
our hearts seek communion.
We meet equidistant,
form a fellowship
from our dissent.
Four legs supply
a chair’s stability.
Four corners
of the world every
adventurer longs to see.
Four friends joined
as one, win all battles
under the sun.
She, the soul.
He, the wit,
She, the heart.
He, the intellect.
In friendship
we speak as one,
speaking in an ancient tongue.
Bullets melt off our skin.
Many try,
but can’t get in.
Sticks and stones
and playground bones
can’t touch the power
of friendship.