As we walk out path of life,
We meet people everyday.
Most are simply met by chance,
But some are sent out way.
These become special friends
Whose bond we can’t explain
The ones who understand us
And share our joy and pain
Their love contains no boundaries
Even when we are apart
Their presence enhances us
With a warm felt in the heart
This love becomes a passageway,
When even the miles disappear
And so, these friends, God send out way
Remains forever near
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