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Holy Ground

They enter our hearts without permission,
yet to them, we cannot deny,
they fill up a special place in our soul,
and there, they will always stay,

Life without them would be pointless,
for they make it all worthwhile,
for them we would give our very lives,
for them, travel into Hell,

We never know when they will appear,
for they can be very tricky,
yet when you have one, hold on tight,
and alwayas keep them precious,

I speak of those special angels,
the truest of friends,
the most holy of things in our hearts,
is friendship.