Friends are never earned
The're a gift from the loving god and they are precious beyond human valuation
But you dare not take them for granted or they will drift away like smoke
And the warmth of their caring will vanish like chill of the endless nights.
A lost of my friends are unknowns and they probably wont rate an obituary
Unless they live and die in small towns where nothing much ever happens.
But a few of my friends are big people and they have made the world ring
with laughter and music.
They are famous, ssensitive, talented and their names are household words.
Yet they are no more precious in gods eyes, or in mine than those wonderful nobodies
who live and die in small towns.
Who is your friends?
He is someone who warms you with a nod or with the unspoken word in hard times
When you're hurting beyond words.
Who is your friends?
She is someone who holds you against her breast and sight softly into your hair
When no other medicine can stop the pain.
A friend is someone who clinks his glass against yours
or answer the phone at three in the morning.
When you're lost and with a few words of encouragement and concern
make you realise you arent really lost at all.
Friends come in both sexes and in all shapes and sizes
but the most important thing they have in common
is the ability to share with you
Your most sky-splitting joys or
Your depest most awesome sorrows for they are your friends.
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update lein la plak? xde progress ponn~
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