I've got a mate from years ago, Now he lives a long way down the road. Only see him once, maybe twice a year, But somehow he still knows. I played him every song I'd written, Every scar between the lines. He never tried to fix the story... He just looked me in the eyes. his arm hairs standing Body chills and goosebumps, Silence filled the room. Then he stepped across a boundary, said BRO, Knowing I'd never would ,knowing I'd try to walk away Hugs that's not for me. Never has been. old school men weren't raised that way Standing Solid as a rock no emotions buried feelings of weakness under years of piled rubble and decay over the boundary stood and hugged me anyway... Even though he knew. That I'd stand there awkward, Not knowing what to do. He said, "Mate... You'll make it through this. You've survived times like this before." And somehow... Those few words and one awkward hug Carried more weight than I never knew Another day at work, Moving someone's life. Boxes stacked around us, Just another ordinary day My songs were playing, While I carried someone else's life all packed away. I noticed how she'd pulled up a chair... Just sitting by the open door. When the final chorus faded, She looked up removed her hood through her long blonde hair I seen the tears and sadness on her face. she Said... "wow ... I can feel your pain She stood... Wiped her eyes... ... standing in the place through the boundary where my mate left a hole standing where few have stood before than the same awkward action, feeling weirdly right once more I held those tears back harder Than I ever have before. There was silence while she hugged me ... stood back softly whispered, "Sorry I shouldn't have I nodded in silence ." turned and continued to move her own broken life away Funny how the world works. The people I expected and wanted badly to Never held me, told me it's ok behind behind the curtain where my broken life still remains The people who owed me nothing... Saw everything. Saw more than I ever thought anyone could in a short amount of time I never asked for saving. Never begged for sympathy. Just someone... To see the weight I carried silently. Those two hugs... I'll remember till I'm old. Because sometimes... The strongest men... Need reminding... They don't have to carry everything alone. Still climbing... Still standing... Still learning... That strength... Isn't always found... In standing alone.
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