You come to me with your friendship
Stretched out in front on a plate
Well I nearly fell for it
But it’s way too little too late
Have you no idea, no respect for how I feel
Of all that you have taken?
Left with nothing – not knowing what to do
Because you are selfish? Greedy? No way of fighting
For what is right and true?
Yes, you are weak – well my ‘friend’ I am strong
I do not want your crumbs of self pity and destruction
I will find my own way but will stay true
To everything I value…
Yet with some ambiguity
That also includes you
Yes I am strong, but I also have a heart
So my fair-weather friend,
The anger will subside but will forgiveness come?
Can we mend the weakness that has driven us apart?