That's What Friends Are For

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I see all the people on my friends list that I used to talk to before. 
And now we don’t talk no more. 
But as much as we faded away, 
a piece of you has always been in my heart. 
And even though we faded apart, 
I keep you in my prayers, 
because a piece of you has stayed. 
A piece of you has made me who I am today. 
Good or bad. 
Happy or sad. 
A piece of you has stayed, 
and I would not have it any other way. 
God blesses us in mysterious ways,
And I’m glad that piece of you is still here to stay. 
Even in the worlds we are in now,
they differ from the ones of our past. 
It brings me joy to see the lives you’ve created,
The lives you lived, thus far,
And what’s best?
I know a piece of ME has decided to stay too. 
Just know I’m always rooting for you. 
Because even though we don’t talk no more,
I’ll always remember, 
“That’s what friends are for”

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