You where there for me
When I was down
When I needed company
When I needed to talk
You where there for me
When nobody was
You where there
You saw something in me
Maybe my weakness
Maybe my stronghold
Whatever it is you saw
Got you drawn closer and closer to my heart
For you where there
And you saw it
When nobody did
Your voice was soothing to the battered heart
Your calm was my sanity through these dark days
That air of mystery you posses seems to be fading
For certain time
I feel I'd known you forever
You where there; when nobody was
For you saw what nobody could
For your voice was medicine to the wounded
Strength to the weak
Hope to the Hopeless
You where there
And I am greatful
Yes, it is especially the little things we think is not worthy of our attention that make a good friend or friendship......Listening, observing and just being there when needed
A shoulder to cry on, a listening ear, understanding eyes. Little things that work wonders.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i'm grateful you wrote this poem, I monate. Siya_! !