Silence swarms around,
And swallows up surrounding sound...

Holding back the urge to fight,
Unless it's something needed to be made right...

Looks are shared,
And interest compared...

There is one who is always there,
Everytime that you can hardly bear...

My best friend is always there,
With a helping hand to lend...

The dancer moves: elegant, graceful,
The lights shine bright on the crafted stage...

Filled with music, rhythm, and beat,
And dancers complaining of their feet...

Through all the years,
You've stopped my tears...

How do you describe a friend,
Is it someone who has a hand to lend...

The girl in the mirror looks happy and free,
Without a worry or a care...