Comrades

After years of knowing me, you know how I tick
Years together lets us know, buddies can be dicks
I know that friends fall apart, even if they're close
Sharing interests that change, even sharing clothes
If we were in a war, each would take the other's pain
We know what sets us off, we drive each other insane
But I love you, always will, would die for you but still
Wonder if you care at times, wonder what you feel inside
I'll let the years settle in and will always be your friend

“He which hath no stomach to this fight, let him depart, his passport shall be made and crowns for convoy put into his purse. We would not die in that man's company that fears his fellowship, to die with us.”  William Shakespeare