The old man turned to me and asked "How many friends have you?" Why 10 or 20 friends have I, And named off just a few...
He rose quite slow with effort And sadly shook his head "A lucky child you are To have so many friends," he said
But think of what you're saying There is so much you do not know A friend is just not someone To whom you say "Hello"
A friends a tender shoulder On which to softly cry A well to pour your troubles down And raise your spirits high
A friend is a hand to pull you up From darkness and despair... When all your other "so called" friends Have helped to put you there
A true friend is an ally Who can't be moved or bought A voice to keep your name alive When others have forgot
But most of all a friend is a heart A strong and sturdy wall For from the hearts of friends There comes the greatest love of all!!!
So think of what I've spoken For every word is true And answer once again my child How many friends have you???
And then he stood and faced me Awaiting my reply Softly I answered "If lucky...... one have "I"
"You!!!!"
A best friend is the shoulder you can cry on. When you are alone, They keep you company. When you are sad, They cheer you up.
They have the trust you are looking for. When you have a problem... They solve it. When you need to talk... They will listen.
And best friends have a love that can't be explained.
It's unimaginable! How great God is just when you expected nothing He gives you the biggest something
when you think life seems so stressful and there's none to care when you feel depressful He's there in your heart to ease the pains and also there with you when it rains
You must be wondering why I'm saying all this It's because God has put my heart at ease by giving me a friend like you that's always there when the day is blue
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