The friend is the eye
That shows you the way
When you don’t see anymore
The light
The hand that holds the pen straight
When you can’t write anymore
Your story
The ear that listens to the whisper
When you don’t want to hear how
Screams at you
The soul
The mouth that tells you
The truth when you want to lie
To yourself
The backbone that keeps you straight
When you fell and you don’t hope
to get up
The friend is YOU
When you think you’re ending
You’re just getting started
