A Song of Friends

As the sun’s early light
Turns to night’s twinkiling stars
We toast for the glory of men
For moments of joy
And of hardship alike
We will drink, aye, for hours on end

Oh, stay a bit longer my friend
There is not a sorrow in all of the basin
that wine is unable to mend

We fought side by side
In so many a war
That the stories belong to the dead
For the losses were high
Of men worthy and brave
To the reaper of souls, they were wed

Oh, stay a bit longer my friend
There’s much my eyes saw that mere time will not heal and
not one but you will comprehend

Our paths would conflict
We would fight man to man
Yet the other man was never foe
For as orders are yelled
Still a man’s heart ain’t still
I would never have dealt you a blow

Oh, stay a bit longer my friend
For all that we differed we still held on fast and
it all matters not in the end

We found in each other
A heart made of gold
That the sharpest sword could never break
Yes, the courage of men
Is the root of all good
And a force that no evil can take!

Oh, stay a bit longer my friend
The night is still young and the wine tastes so bright and
we’ve still got a purse left to spend!

Comments? Anyone?