Standing Together
Standing together
Hello friends, welcome to the show,
Grab a seat and let me tell you how this will go,
First, we’ll sit and talk for a little while,
It’ll be light, you’ll laugh whilst I smile,
We’ll have a drink or two,
And play just one game, okay maybe a few,
And then the conversation will get a bit deeper,
As the night goes on, bonds grow steeper,
In this cozy space, we’ll shed more than one tear,
But we’ll find joy in the stories that we hear,
With every word, our hearts intertwine,
Moments created that forever shine,
So lets share our thoughts, dreams and fears,
Because talking is how we get through these years,
With every laugh, and every sigh,
We’ll find comfort and our spirits fly,
In this circle of friends, warm and true,
There’s nothing we can’t face, nothing we can’t do,
With laughter and surprise, our circle expands,
New stories unfold like the shifting sands,
A group of friend with smiles so bright,
Supporting one another through the night,
We share adventures from lands we walk,
And dreams we share as we sit and talk,
Through the highs and lows, we stand as one,
Because we don’t walk away, we’re never done,
We cherish these moments and hold them near,
Because these are the people we hold most dear.
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