Our friend and MS member Bobby gave me permission last December to adapt one of his poems to music. I just got my voice completely back after a bout with laryngitis, and here is what came of it Friday night. I wrote the music, played and sang it. It's amateur, but it was fun to do. The song is nothing without Bobby's wonderful words. Thank you Eddie for hosting the file. I think the words genuinely express how many of us feel about having this valuable place to come and talk. It's called "My Friends."
http://schhs.homestead.com/files/MyFriends_New.wmaYou are my friends, you know
The only ones I've got
The only ones who know the way I think
The way I cry
The things I've done that no one else can know
And what he did to me
You know that, too
You know my child
And he looks up to you
And it was you who taught him not all men were bad
And some could love him
Just as he was
And some days you would take him in your arms
And let him cry himself to sleep
I know you're here
I count on it
I worry sometimes, sure
That you have gone away
Or have forgotten who I am
Thank you for not turning me away
For taking me in
For accepting me
No matter how that me may change from day to day
You matter, don't you know?
You matter to another human being
Keep him from giving up sometimes
I know you're here
I count on it
I worry sometimes, sure
That you have gone away
Or have forgotten who I am
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