Old Friends

It's the old wars that hurt us;

Gunfire flashing in the twilight.

It's the memories that burn us;

Old friends singing hymns in starlight.

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I see your wear eyes, friend.

The pain is painted, oh so clearly.

I see your tired heart, brother;

Heartbeat held together, oh so neatly.

But, there's strength there too;

A great wind behind tattered sails.

You've climbed mountains alone;

Left your footprints as trails.

Many may never know your name,

But, many will never forget.

The snow can hold your heartache.

It's not time to leave just yet.

I see your graying hair, friend.

Yesterday is coloring it through.

I see your weeping eyes, brother.

Stay awake for the beautiful, and new.