Long ago a wise man defined a friend as a gift we give ourselves;
And true it is,
For a friend is a gift to the soul,
And as necessary to the heart as love.
Friends know the things we dream of,
And the things we’ll never be.
They celebrate with us our every joy,
And are there to hold our hand when our heart feels empty.
They walk beside us, comfort every heartache,
And share our laughter and our tears.
Real friends sense when we need them near,
And know when we need to be alone.
They are there for us through the good and the bad times,
And all in between times.
Friends care about us when we lose,
And love use even when they know we’re wrong.
So, I thank you for taking time to listen,
And for letting me know that you care.
So many of my dreams and all the things I feel inside,
Are there because of you.
Thank you for being my source of inspiration,
And one of the rarest gifts I coud ever give myself,
Thank you for being my friend.
