Shoulders

You held me close, so close and then...
You kissed the tears away...
You didn't let me fall apart...
I learned to trust that day.

You said your shoulder was the place...
Where I could come and cry...
I cried my heart out on that day...
I knew you wouldn't lie.

My friend it is not often...
That I will come to you...
You told me you'd be here for me...
And that I know is true.

So come, my friend, come close to me...
And linger for a while...
My shoulder's waiting for your tears...
Let me hold you 'till you smile.

© Skya Wode - missing an old friend
2 January 1998