The Magic In Friends
Take my hand, as we walk this magic land.
Travelling together down the long road,
Full of gold, till we get old.
We will always have one another to hold,
Because we will not fold.
Even when it gets cold.
These lives shared because we cared.
We were not scared.
Even when we did not dare,
to breathe in the cold air.
When I could not bare anymore,
You led me to the magic land by the hand.
Where we took a stand,
not sure where we would land.
We could have been banned,
for making this last stand.
But there is magic in this strange land,
as we walk, hand in hand.
Gypsy of Essence
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