Legacy Magazine

My friend

You don’t have to talk
You don’t have be from any walk
You just give. What you have to give that I get
You just have to let
Yourself just be

My friend

When my joke
Get in the way
You just know
That it’s okay 
I’m just doing the things I do
So I can stay present with you

My friend

Hep cat, black sheep
Whatever role we play
To stay in deep
Hold on to let go
As the story rolls on
My friend, my friend
Here we go, once again