advent journal: friends at last

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The last couple of days have left me overwhelmed by and grateful for all of the affection and attention that has come my way. I am a fortunate man. Sitting tonight in the upstairs room that is my “office” and going through the pockets of my mind trying to find words to describe at least some of what I’m feeling, I was pulled to a song my friend Billy and I wrote many years ago. Tonight seems a good night to sing them again.

friends at last

 

night and the phone rings pretty late

I need to talk are you still awake

you still awake

pride freezes the words we try to say

how did you get so far away

you’re far away

facing a day that’s too much to bear

never need never bleed

on the face that we wear

 

but when the snow falls on your roof

and my world feels colder

when you know without any proof

that you have my shoulder

when the fear of pain comes to break us

it’s the years of strain that will make us

friends at last

 

eyes just a glance and look away

how is your life and have a nice day

hey have a good day

so hard to pay what it costs to share

drop a line and it’s fine

but does anyone care

 

but when the snow falls on your roof

and my world feels colder

when you know without any proof

that you have my shoulder

when the fear of pain comes to break us

it’s the years of strain that will make us

friends at last

 

facing a day that’s too much to bear

never need never bleed

on the face that we wear

 

but when the snow falls on your roof

and my world feels colder

when you know without any proof

that you have my shoulder

when the fear of pain comes to break us

it’s the years of strain that will make us

friends at last

Peace

Milton

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