This is my place here, where I sit,
And in my hand, I hold a rose,
Around me, there are no lights lit.
I look around, and see all those,

That have cared for me each day,
Friends I call them its how they are.
When it's dark and I need the ray,
Of a light just above me not afar,

One that is near and shows me all,
Those that care and worry for me.
When I see them there I feel so tall,
Encouraging words are the key,

Simple touches on your arm,
The kind looks of understanding.
These two help to keep you calm,
In ways that are never demanding.

If there is such a way for this,
Then any friend who will find,
Ways for it with an open fist,
Will see all through another's mind.

Knowing what it is like to see,
They are one, but they are not alone,
Its fine not knowing what will be,
Because the love you, to the bone.