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Thank you for being there.

Let it be known that someone cares.

There are people out there, who seldom a time realize, that there are those who care. I write this in appreciation of everyone who has, at any moment, cared for me. I can be grateful, and I can thank you all, but I hope this piece of writing does more justice than those two words, 'thank you', which people throw around, without meaning.

My heart pumps in agony,
I am frightened,
Until your sound waves,
calm my spirit.

You were there,
When I was scared,
You were there,
All along.

I won't forget,
That one time my phone,
rang many numbers,
and you were the only one,

Who dropped it all,
To open up,
and calm me down,
It was you who listened.

I was in pain,
But then it all went away.

I looked at life,
And smiled.

I can't pinpoint,
Who made me smile,
I can't make a decision,
On who changed it all,

Because the answer is not one, but all.
All my friends, have been there,
All my friends, have made a shady day, shine.
You are all what make the world go round.

You are all, what kept me going.
You are all, deep in my heart,
Because you are all, friends I will never forget.


Thank you.

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