The little silly stuff that we laugh about
Just when a whiff of worry catches my breath
Is exactly what YOU make of me.
The short walk of a mile just for those warm handshakes
Just when the cold blow touches
Is exactly what YOU make of me.
That music of the knock on my door
Just when my heart must have shut
Is exactly what YOU make of me.
That stupid dialogue so uplifting
Just when I grow morose like the face of the dead
Is exactly what YOU make of me.
The fragrance of your soul that sings
Just when I would turn dumb and deaf
Is exactly what YOU make of me.
What more than words could I
When there is nothing left in me but YOU
Your treasure trove of precious friendship..
Just when a whiff of worry catches my breath
Is exactly what YOU make of me.
The short walk of a mile just for those warm handshakes
Just when the cold blow touches
Is exactly what YOU make of me.
That music of the knock on my door
Just when my heart must have shut
Is exactly what YOU make of me.
That stupid dialogue so uplifting
Just when I grow morose like the face of the dead
Is exactly what YOU make of me.
The fragrance of your soul that sings
Just when I would turn dumb and deaf
Is exactly what YOU make of me.
What more than words could I
When there is nothing left in me but YOU
Your treasure trove of precious friendship..
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