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The Birth of Friendship
by Wayne Stone
In my mind there is a fire
In my heart there is an ocean
The fire blazes and heats the ocean,
The ocean steams and spews but is held in check,
A brick wall erected to contain the flood,
Waters building stress cracking the wall,
But the wall holds and the waters build,
The fire growing out of control,
Baking the wall making it stronger,
People chip away at the wall with strange little tools,
Love, Caring, Tenderness, Devotion, Trust,
CRACK, RUMBLE, CREAK,
This last tool has an effect no one could imagine,
The trust bestowed upon the wall and put into the wall,
Seeps deep back to the water and whispers to water *come with me*,
And the trust and the waters go together and break down the wall,
And they rush in and in their wake,
Love and Tenderness and Devotion follow,
And trust aids the water to put out the fire and the others stay behind,
Making sure that the fire never rises up in me again.
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