I'm really sorry you lost your wings!
Golden halo and silken things...
And you fell from higher than the tallest tree
Down to this earth to help poor old me!
Can you read me a story?
You'd really be the best!
And maybe hold the wheel
While I try to rest?
If you stay by my side
And you never recoil
You'll be packing my lunch
In brown bags and foil...
But as strange as it sounds
You are a mother at times
With a soft, caring voice
And an aura that shines!
For years it does seem
There's a recurring theme
You are truly heaven-sent
And what a friend really means...
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