Weathering the Storm
Comrade, Ally, Buddy, Friend,
My names for you, they have no end.
A truer pal I'll never see,
Who makes me laugh and fills me with glee.
We support one another, side by side,
We make sure we each have a confident stride.
I watch your back and you watch mine,
Things always seem to go just fine.
But then we argue, fuss and fight,
Anytime during the day or the night.
Angry words fly with rigid wings,
The pleasant song no longer sings.
We'll make stupid statements for quite a bit,
Hurting one another with every hit.
Things grow dark, dreary and tired,
Our words come from the ground and shoot on skyward.
The fight is done, we soon disperse,
Remembering each painful verse.
They sting like salt put in a wound,
And sound so very finely tuned
To everything we know that hurts.
To things we know just feel the worst.
We sit and dwell upon these things,
Until with comes the light that morning brings.
We meet once more, face to face,
Our hearts beat faster, beginning to race.
One speaks first, the o