The frailty of who I am lies with in your hands
Do with it as you please
I'm transixed with who you are
An uncommon thing for me
Comfort is in our grasp, a bond never spoken
Called upon, never needing to ask
True friendship come and go
Ours forever the same
Shifting ever so gently with the changes that pass
Growing up, growing apart, binds that still tie
Holding us tight
Seperate worlds, common ground
Grounding each other in the places we stay
Holding each other to our hopes and dreams
Never letting one forget, not allow for each other to grow away from the person we want to be