This
I Know
Just
like an old telephone ring
The
jingle of a friendship past
I
knew that it would never last
His
voice, to me, memories bring
A
mixture of both good and bad
The
flat out best I’ve ever had
I
think of how we used to sing
With
lavish joy seasoned with grace
I
felt like I had found my place
And
with those thoughts, there comes a sting
A
pain like an infected tooth
But
needful so to live in truth
To
faith I must desperately cling
Through
years, my friends will come and go
But
You will stay, yes, this I know\\
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