Memories, like colored ribbons
Weaving echos through my mind
Watching you stumble and fall again
As to your own words you grow blind

Like a river, we weave and flow
Sometimes going our separate way
But in your soul you well know
That I'm here any given day
A haven from love's undertow
To carry your tears away

Hold on tight, my friend
As you go 'round another bend
Lovers will always come and go
But a friend is here 'til the end

ŠJanet Mifsud

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