To most there's given not many
To some there seem not any

Of the things we value most
Among our treasures one should boast

Someone dear, someone close
To share our dreams, our triumphs toast

It is a strange yet beautiful connection
To have one come in our direction

And stay for life until the end
What a gift, to have a friend

Tell me not of silver and gold
They fade in meaning as we grow old

They lack the power to touch the soul
Nor heal our wounds or make us whole

The greatest gift that God can lend
To help us make it to the end

Theres none greater than a friend