For A Friend

When you were lost I held your hand; The thought of you being alone I could not stand, So, there I was standing at your side, I decided then, that I would be your guide. Though we are not family or even blood; I will walk with you through the rain and the mud, You clinched my hand as a cold wind had blown When you need me; I will never let you walk alone. Though you and I are not family; Remember, I am your friend and not your enemy, Whenever you are lost I will help you be found, And I will pick you up, when you have fallen to the ground. When I look at you I will always see a friend; And I will be there for you until the bitter end, When good times are heading your way, I will give a toast And I will hold your hand; when you need me the most. Randy L. McClave