My friends are little lamps to me,
Their radiance warms and cheers me,
and all the way dark and lone,
Is brightened by their rays.

I try to keep them bright by love,
And never let them dim with doubt;
For everytime I lose a friend,
A little lamp goes out.

© Copy Right 2001 WILFRED JOHN

WILFRED JOHN

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