The Friend That Was

In what way do you want unity,

Do you really think you deserve the opportunity?

Years may pass by and time may tick,

But go ahead and throw your stick.

For as the story goes they may break bones,

But as you ponder while you sit high on your throne,

To  have friends you must first be one,

And from where I sit I see  you have none.

I only hope that one day you'll see,

It's criminal how you came to be.

And sure as the river flows down the stone,

It soon will be your day to go home.

Proverbs 18:24

 A man that hath friends must shew himself friendly: 

and there is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother.