by Nick Gisburne
I was weak, and I needed a friend
So I made one, and gave him a soul
More than someone on whom I depend
He is what I am not; he is whole
He has witnessed the days of my past
All the fragile emotion, the doubt
He knows all that I am, to the last
But the fear, only that, I left out
In his heart is the will to be brave
To embrace what this world has to give
He has all of the courage I crave
And the wisdom to use it, to live
In his eyes I am small among men
And I know I won’t see him again
