The joy i see, not alone to share. A ladder i climb but i stretch my hand to help you, same i think you would have done me. It pays to be honest , it pays to be truthfull, for our frienship would be our rock of comfort.
With lessons we have learned from others, betrayal by friends and other vices comitted by friends against friends, but our friemship shall know no pain, it came from the heart as pure.
Playing, dancing, eating and little toys we did together, from the highest height of love we said we wont be apart, we were brought by destiny to all be friends, hope we could build and no judas between us.
My haert gladdened with the talks of humour, told to me by friends, it pains me to hear of a dear friend down in sickness and wallowing in pain.
Betrayal in us is like a dark room over powered by light, which means our trust can never ne broken.
Out of different tribes we came , made of different culture and thought with different lessons, but we can still understand each of us without an introduction class.
Happy i am, Happy i am, for your success is my success and thy pain is mine too. We share our thoughts to benefit the less previlledged among us.
For my walk through life, true friendship still exist, betrayal a germs to beware, as always told and said by elders "in every twelve there is a judas"
But ours would be built on the rock of truth.
We shall never pathways, all for the benefit of all.
Although we might have little misunderstandings, but hope it what we could bear.
