Each of us has a path Our own
destiny, The hills
and valleys Test the
worth of our seed vessel. Friends,
guide you Along the
trail Unconditionally, Always
caring. When flood
gates open A friend is
there, To offer a
shoulder or Just to
hold on.
When the sun is high And the
flowers bloom A Friend
will be there To share in
your jubilation. The road to
the end Has many
friends, Some
lifelong, Some casual. But each
friend in their own way Touches the
inner core And leaves
their mark On the
past, or for the future.
Only time can tell that answer.
The path would be lonely Barren of
hope, And not
worth the struggle If it were
not for friends.
Take
my hand,
walk with me into the light
my friend.
Perhaps together we shall discovery life's mystery.
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