Rita, My True Friend

Rita, My True Friend

©2000 by Bud Lemire

There is a woman I know, she lives in Tennessee

Jackson is the city, she's a special friend to me

We met one early morning, in a Pal Talk room

She entered, and her nickname, was Rapmagicmoon

We added each other to our lists, on Pal Talk and ICQ

Our meetings became marry, as our friendship grew

She cheered me on, with the music that I shared

I came to know a true friend, one who really cared

Then there was a time, walls came up all around her

She kept much to herself, and I was feeling unsure

Then she let her wall down, and she had to say

That she was worried for her Dad, on that certain day

Then one painful day for her, she showed her face to me

With a cam she borrowed, so that I could see

Even though she told me, she didn't look her best

I knew I found a special friend, as my heart beat in my chest

We shared our love for music, we listened and we heard

In private messages, we exchanged thoughts word to word

We'd have fun playing trivia, a knock upon our brain

She kept getting booted, and still she remained sane

Every time we're together, it's a special time indeed

And I know our kind of friendship, is something we both need

With these words, this is where I'11 end

Rita, I thank you very much, for being a special friend

Oh yes, Rita. I remember many wonderful visits with her.