Friendship
©1982 Andrew Calhoun, unrecorded
Our friendship was well found
Our friendship was firm bound
Our friendship was true and sound
Now all is silence and charred ground
There's nothing left to believe or doubt
Nothing left to cry about
There's nothing left to work out
No lies to tell, no truth to shout
Friendship is a flowing bowl
Things to tell and share and hold
Friendship will affirm the soul
Friendship makes life sweet and whole
My friend is gone our lives go on
Friends are lost and won
What's a friend to call a friend when friendship's gone
This life we lead's a hard surprise
Full of traps and schemes and lies
At times, the mind gets free and flies
With the bird that it identifies
Nothing's learned, and it makes me sad
To see you turn and cancel what we had
I'm the dirt beneath your doormat
You are the air beneath my hat
Our friendship was well found
Our friendship was firm bound
Our friendship was true and sound
Now all is silence and charred ground