She sits by herself, all alone
But she’s there for me when I’m sullen and low
I talk endlessly, she listens- patiently
She knows when I’m happy, she knows when I’m sad
And gives me the feel of a caring hand.
When I cry, when I hurt,
She wipes my tears as I pour out my heart.
Holding me close and hugging me tight,
In her own silent way she tells me it’s going to be alright.
When I’m happy she rejoices with me,
I can feel the warmth in her closeness to me
Through tears and joys we make our way
Me and my companion never will sway
Lying there faded, my blanket of old
Even without a life, I can feel that heart of gold.
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