The little girl who took my hand,
She made the ignorant understand.
She made sure I wasn't alone,
She pulled my arm and took me home.
I stood tall with her by my side,
She dried my tears and broke my stride.
She promised the she'd be there 'til the end,
That little girl was my first friend.
Now I know it must be true
When I say that girl was you.
That Friend was You by Granite Claws
Poetry » Friendship Rated: K, English, Poetry, Words: 74, Published: 6/28/2003
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