Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
How Can I Have a Fight with My Best Friend
How can I have a fight with my best friend?The mountain blows, the landscape is destroyed.A desert where there once were fields and gardens.Black lava where flowers once brought joy.
And then shoots of grass come through the blackness;Slowly love asserts itself again.He calls, I cry, we go through days of whispers,And fields once more grow lush in sun and rain.
Ah! but now I'm fearful of the mountain:I walk by trembling, set for it to blow.Life's beautiful, but also very painful;I have the strength to love, now that I know.