Well, who is a friend then,

Who gather often, but then are we birds?

Who fathom often, but then are we lessons?

who allows to lean on, but then are we walls?

Who nods with you, but then are we mirrors?

A friend is sunshine when winter

A friend is water when thirsty

A friend is the light at the end of a long dark tunnel

A friend is your den when the world is too bright

A friend is just you, extended beyond …