The People In Our Lives
Do you ever wonder how many people are in our lives?
Too many to count, more than the bees in a hive?
Why do they stay?
Why do they come by to play?
Are they hurting or damaged by fate?
Are we still their friends or is it too late?
What makes a friend – a friend to the end?
A friend you can rely on and really depend?
I think it takes courage, courage to let go of your selfish ways.
The kind that makes you Seize The Day!
One that will listen to you, even when you’re wrong.
One that will sing with you on your out of tune song.
A friend that is there, just because.
A friend that doesn’t say anything, just does.
Will drive miles to see your smile.
Only if it is, for a short while.
One that will try to help and protect from lifes dangers
And if there is failure will fight off the anger.
A friend to me is the person, I want to be.
The strength, hope and love they give to me.
So I look around and I think I have found,
My bees in my hive, all movin’ around and dancing to the jive.
Our friends are many, praise the Lord!
For they all love us – all in one accord!
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