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

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...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Looks are shared,
And interest compared...