A friend is one, who, when you mourn
Stands by you, so you won't be alone
She holds your hand when you cry
And comforts you, till your tears are dry
She is there with you, in pleasure and pain
She's the one with whom you dance in the rain
Cherish her always, and you will find
That fate has, to you, been extremely kind
May each of us be blessed enough to have
A friend, who in need, will always be there
You will be a lucky person indeed
If you have such a person to share and to care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem