I met a friend in a swarm of faces
Who would say words so less and would smile instead
But that would be a mirror to his heart
Which would give away what his eyes would hide.
A soul so pure no hurt he would mean
Even if hurt inside he would never speak
In everyone's goodness he would believe
Will long for warmth yet too close will not let anyone be.
The promises unspoken he would keep
Would make a promise through eyes that he would not leave
Like a bird will fly and of mountains he would dream
I will always remember this simple and true heart I have ever seen.
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