Some people never get to say,
How they feel each passing day,
Some don't have anyone to tell it to,
Others are lucky that they do,
Because friends touch our hearts,
And bring colour into our lives.
Friends are the most wonderful treasure,
They bring us so much pleasure,
They're there with us in times to share,
And show us how much they really do care,
Friends are like the spring,
After winter, they're there with us to sing.
So if you ever tumble in your path and fall;
You will know in your heart, who to call,
And hope that this would never end,
Because you don't know how lucky you are to have a friend.
