Friends will come and friends will go.
Come winter, summer, spring or fall.
They will wonder in and out of your life.
Like the winds of selfish reason.
That blows in all direction.
But I found my best friend.
The one that lives inside of me.
For he never leave me when times get hard.
He never say I told you so.
My best friend is the only one that truly understand.
My best friend is me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem