My Friend
(Indisponível)
Oh my friend, this wall between us stands in both our ways.
We’re not here long. Must we be strangers in these candle days?
And when that final darkness starts to fall,
These bitter monuments to pride will look so small.
Wars don’t start with nations
In global confrontations
They begin when conversation closes down.
And it’s not so much the violence
As the cold and awful silence
That drives our dreams of peace into the ground.
Oh my friend, once it was easy to forgive mistakes.
But hearts grow hard. The years leave disappointments in their wake.
I still recall a time the slate was clean.
Two souls who dared to hitchhike on their dreams.
You were always grounded,
Centered and well-rounded
And I was always somewhere in the clouds.
Back then, it didn’t matter.
And somehow that makes it sadder
To see it drive a wedge between us now.
Oh my friend, this wall between us stands in both our ways.
We’re not here long. Must we be strangers in these candle days?
And when that final darkness starts to fall.
These bitter monuments to pride will look so small.
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