Somedays I forget how lucky I am to have caring friends.
Friends who would do seeminly anything for me.
I owe them a debt to which I could never
Fathom to repay, besides offering to them
What they have offered to me. The quench of hunger
For love, A forgiving family.
A family that will accept me like no other
Like a bond of blood as strong
As a sister or a brother. My friends offer unto me
The gentle touch that I would have from a lover,
The advice I would recieve from my father or my mother,
And the shoulder I always need when I am unstable on
My feet, about to fall over the cliff into obilvion.
How can I repay this stong bond that
Houses the uncondtional love I find in a true friend?