Someone
close when there are none near,
When
all my neighbors disappear,
There
is but one who stays so close,
To
help with struggles that I chose—
For
where I go, he also goes.
When
I see blurry, he see clear.
When
I am scared, he has no fear.
He
makes so high my ever lows;
I have
a friend.
I keep
him close, ever so dear.
And
to his voice I’ll always hear.
Even
as precious as a rose,
He
keeps me safe from all my foes.
He
is my friend.
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