Friends

What makes a friend?
Is it the way they act,
the way the look?
Maybe they stick by you to the end.

My friends have been there,
the new and the old.
My silver and my gold,
Some even mess with my hair.

But I can trust them,
with my very life.
I know they care,
every single one of them.

I can't express my happiness,
that they are mine.
My friends,
My life.