My everlasting rock of life, my truest friend at heart
A special, loving character, that helped me from the start
A beauty who does not see herself, the way she ought to see
One person who does not know her world, from the view of me
A girl who's grown so quickly, into a woman strong and pure
The maturing woman I can trust, who's faith I can endure
So kind and friendly has she been, to those who don't deserve
A help so dear and appreciated, who's self i'd gladly serve
Someone who's gentle nature, whom with many friends has found
That she cannot bring herself to stand up from the ground
Who must know the real truth, of everything she is
With anything she is possible, indeed to love and give
Her solid friends she does possess, whom of her think the world
She's not aware of their love, her mind seems fairly twirled.
She believes herself a worthless stone, an enemy by law
When in truth she is a precious gem, without one fatal flaw
Id like this dearest friend of mine, to open up her eyes
To understand what can be done, she need not say goodbye
Stronger than she does believe, blind to her own self
Because simply without her you see, no person feels truth wealth.
