7. Friendly fire

When is a friend a friend no more?
With you I wouldn’t cross that line
Good friend, strong friend, an open door
I thought that we were doing fine

A song for you seemed only fair
But it sent out misleading signs
It said I know you well and care
But you read right between the lines

I can still recite the reasons many
That made me batten down the hatch
It’s not that women came along two a penny
Or I was such a brilliant catch
We were soon away on paths diverging
Or so it seemed to me
You could see a newfound life emerging
And I made it history

The country drives, the summer ball
The dark nights singing in the choir
And I was glad and loved it all
I didn’t see the burning fire

The picture that remains with me
Sees you fighting back the tears
As I look on quite helplessly
Held prisoner by my fears
I’m still held prisoner by my fears