While walking the many roads of life, some of peace, some of strife. Wondering what’s beyond the bend, I realize there’s no one like a friend.
When a storm blows and the wind howls, when smiles turn to sagging jowls. I know there will always be a hand to lend, because there’s nothing like a being a friend.
The sun shines, with trees in full bloom. Not a cloud in sight, flowers in June. Hoping this beautiful scene won’t end. Knowing it is best shared with a friend.
To show how one cares for another, happy to support and be there for each other. Not being left being left alone to fend, as there will always be a friend.
Sometimes joyful, sometimes sad. Sometimes simple and others grand, but always with an embracing hand. A unique mixture, a perfect blend, which creates that wonderful and special gift known as a friend.