Laughing Place lost, will it once again be found?
Tears sting my eyes as in the distance thunder rolls.
Destiny unclear as I drag myself on the muddy ground.
I�m searching in the darkness with a bruised heart.

Left in the darkness and the brambles with gentleness,
I was not prepared for the pain and rain that rolled in.
Fear overwhelmed me as I wandered in wilderness.
I feel the faint beating of my now battered and bruised heart.

I lift myself up and dust dirt from my now shaken frame.
I look around me to survey the environment where I stand.
Knowing I must carry on because things will never be the same.
Fog, darkness, and pain surround me and my bruised heart.

I walked the uncertain, muddy path that lay before me.
Mourning the loss of what was and fearful of what will come.
I fall and stumble on rocks and holes that I could not see
Suddenly someone was there to steady my bruised heart.

It was the man who left me, but very much changed.
Love and Compassion filled his touch and smile
Although his heart was equally as rearranged.
With Friendship, he carried me and my bruised heart.

Once strong again, I was place back on my steady feet.
Our friendship and brotherly love had bloomed brightly.
As we walked side by side on this uncertain street,
We comfort, support and inspire the other�s bruised heart.

Our hearts may bruised and battered when Lovers take their leave,
I put my trust in Friendship and in Friendship I do believe.