Friends

A shoulder to cry on
To tell all your fears,
Sing you a song
And dry all your tears.

Like angels in white
Flying up high,
A beautiful sight
No one could lie.

Secrets are kept
In a special place,
Deep inside it's swept
Without even a trace.

Music to the ears
They play to us,
Drowns all our fears
And makes us stand tough.

With them by our side
We know we are strong,
Leaping more than a stride
And never go wrong.

Given to us
We must take care
Of our precious gift
We all must share.

They are called "friends"
They mean so much,
Like a circle never ends
With their special touch.

God gave us these friends
For us to cherish and care
With letters to send
We know we can share.

Rhiannon Koenig