Being Friends
(It was inspired by a song by Zander Nyrond, but it has its own tune! MP3 soon.)
You ask me what is wrong with you, but I can't quite explain.
I'm not a shrink or therapist, but I'm here, I feel your pain.
I cannot be your answer, and I try to tell you so,
You ask me why we never touch, and I stall, for I don't know.
We all look for love and friendship, to feed the lonely core
But friends can touch in many ways, and each one gives us more.
You say that I have many gifts, and maybe that is true.
I can be your friend and listen, but my true love is not you.It's hard to understand oneself, let alone another soul.
We change and grow, and sometimes learn, that the journey is the goal.
We join our voices, hands, and minds as we try to make our mark.
Together we can light the way, no stumbling through the dark.
We're not alone if we have friends, not islands in the sea,
Though this may not be the closeness that you're asking for with me.
I am your friend, I feel your pain, I'll help you when you're blue;
I also feel the loneliness, but my true love is not you.I wish that I could give you more, it seems like a cliche
I value all the time we spend, talking in this way.
You're still young, your worries are / as needless as your sighs.
Someone will bring her love to you, for her you'll be a prize.
Now be yourself, and be a friend, know the person that you are.
Seeking without knowing is like rowing to a star.
Know thyself, the poets say, know why and where and who.
And stay my friend, and I'll be yours, though my true love is not you.Words & Music © 2000 Rachel S. Silverman