What does it mean to be a friend?
To hold one's heart within your hand?
And let one good yours in return
Whenever life throws you a turn?
How comes it pass along life's way,
That thoughts of friends come everyday
When with despair your soul is laden,
You count on friends as your safe haven.
What does it mean to be that friend,
Who's loved and trusted to no end?
When you're the one that all friends call
When o'er them dark shadows crawl?
To be a friend means to be true,
To those you love, and who love you.
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