In quiet hours and sunny days,
When skies are blue or skies are grays,
There lives a light we cannot see—
The joy of friends, so wild and free.
A glance, a grin, a whispered joke,
The kind that makes you nearly choke,
From laughing hard with teary eyes,
Like stars that dance in midnight skies.
No golden crown or treasure chest
Can match a friend who’s simply best—
Who knows your soul, both dark and bright,
And turns your shadows into light.
They hold your hand when times are tough,
And when you’re strong, they call your bluff,
They cheer you on, they let you fall,
But never let you feel too small.
Through broken hearts and silly dares,
Through secrets shared on midnight stairs,
Their laughter is a healing song—
A place where you have always belonged.
So here’s to friends, both near and far,
Who know exactly who you are—
With every giggle, snort, and smile,
They make this life a bit more wild.
