~Untitled II~ By: Dionne
Our minds are confronted with confused dreams and undetermined thoughts,
trying to compete with a war in which our hearts have annually fought.
Warm, fragile tears take a slow, steady stroll down my distressed cheeks.
A happy smile, and a heart laden with fulfillment, has not shown it's
hidden face in long and weary weeks.

To have a friend; to be comforted,
To have a friend to help my confusing thoughts be confronted,

To bring the hopeful faith back to my heart.
To help me through new fears and fresh tears; to earn a new start.

When a dim light has broken through the thick gloom;
when the tables have turned and that friend's faith is awaiting in a
black mist of loom,

I will be the shoulder that they cry on, the ears that will listen, and
the voice of compromise,
I will be the heart and soul that they are looking to confide in, and
the hope that brings back the pride that glistened in their eyes.