They asked me why I befriended him--
The lonely one who never smiled;
The one who really cried within
And stared with longing at the child.
She came to him with just a heart;
A heart that overfilled with hope.
Her innocent soul was a work of art
And with lifes' anguishes would cope.
Sooner or later they became friends
And day by day their friendship grew
But neither knew that it would end
That friendship that was deep and true.
Then that joyous child got older
But she went back to him one day
The people there, they kindly told her
That her old friend had passed away.
And that was when they asked her why
Befriending the man, she ever bothered
And that was when she started to cry
And said, "That man I know now was my father."
And maybe in two years, or ten
That friendship will be born again.



 
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