Have you really had a friend on earth
by Cecelia Weir
That stick closer than whose brother.
They laugh and cry and visit you
But their motive is for something other.
You give your best as a friend should do
But you carry the load alone
You scrape the barrel to see them through
Then they stop answering the phone.
When you return upon your feet
Be sure to watch whats felt under breath
For no one makes you kind to a friend
But your first friend should be to yourself.