My Chelsey

Each time I lose myself,
You always seem to find me,
When I'm locked into depression,
You always seem to have the key.

Though some take you for granted,
I see the value of you,
I know that I am lucky,
To have a friend who is true.

When I feel lower than dirt,
You're there to pick me up,
When I see things half empty,
It's the opposite for your cup.

When I need to hear the truth,
No one tells me like you do,
I love knowing I have a friend,
to depend on through and through.