by Ricky Crone

Created on: April 16, 2009

You came to me in time of need

And walked right through my door

the clock upon the mantle

just started to strike four

I cleared the sleep out from my eyes

pulled my pants on, you cried for hours

then tried to smile as best that you could

I held your hand and listened long

of the troubles that bothered you

when you were done, you had to run

so I jogged right next to you

Later on that evening after work

my eyes were red, my feet were dead

but my heart was filled with love for you

for friendship cares not what time it is

or what you have to do,

and nothing is more important to me

than the friendship I have with you.

should your doorbell ever ring

long past the hour of two

don't be alarmed it's only me

this time in need of you,

that's what friends do.

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