I take your hand,
As we walk this land,
Side by side,
No need to hide.
Running through fields of grey,
Theres no time now to turn away,
You shall reap my soul,
And place my body in a hole.
Peace at last,
My only friend,
This shard of glass,
Until the end.
Bree Swart
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/friendship-155/
