Who really are my friends?
With whom I never have to pretend
Or those who are partners in crime
Or with whom I enjoy the talk and dine
Are those my friends?
Or those that make me feel special
Or those with whom I playfully wrestle
Are my friends the one who you trust
What do we call the one who turn us to dust?
Everyone has a different meaning of friendship
But true friend is always there in hardship
People will come and go...