What is it that we all believe in that we cannot see or hear or feel or taste or smell - This invisible thing that heals all sorrows, reveals all lies and renews all hope? What is it that has always been and always will be, from whose bosom we all came and to which we will all return? Most call it Time. A few realize that it is God.
Someone to lean on when problems appear, Someone on whom you’d depend, Someone who’ll lift you when you’re down in the dumps, That someone is truly a friend.
That’s how I feel about you my dear friend; You’re so special just as you are. Just to know that you’re there provides comfort to spare; A friendship like yours sets the bar.