To you my friend:

I see your hand, and it shakes
uncontrollably, it rips and brakes
your heart, is in pain
so I come closer, but you push me away in vane.

I see your hand, and it reminds me
of myself, oh how can this be

another vailed face, hiding the pain
never works, its always the same.

I see your hand, and it crushes the world
with a single blow, it turns thread to gold
using your own power, your strenght shines through
the curtains, that I see over you.

I see your hand, and I look onto mine
with hope, and love all will be fine
as you see, when one hurts deep inside
theres only one thing, that'll keep you alive.

I see your hand, as it moves away
from your vailed face, I start to sway
with the happieness, that you realize
our friendship, will never die.

P.S. I'll always be here even when you want to be alone.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Lleian, in the year 125 MA.