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...

Looks are shared,
And interest compared...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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