You stood upon the brink of life then stepped back to join the empty shallow people the vacous faces the venomous tongues the sad confused sheep they call society. God help you from ever knowing what you have missed by not stepping forward.

I believe that friends are quiet angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.

A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words