My friend is Special
He is one of a Kind
My Friend is a Guy
And when we go Out
He always looks so Fine
My friend has Charm
My friend is Sweet
He has a way about Him
That makes me Weak
My friend is always There
When I need him the Most
He is a shoulder to cry On
When I feel Low
I close my Eyes
And he is There
To kiss me on the cheek
When my eyes Leek
And I don’t feel him Anywhere
My friend is a tour Guide
When I’m Lost
He will always show me The Way
Even if its far
And desert is Shown
My friend is Unique
My friend is my Friend
And will be till the End
by Carina Danholm
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