I’ve spent some time on life’s roof tops,
A few times in the basements of danger…
Lifted high on the deeds of old friends
Been dragged down by the random stranger.
My circle of friends oft raise our fists,
Towards the sky to show life what for…
Alone we’ve achieved very little,
Together an esprit de corps.
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