My Friend

You have told me things you see.

You happened to be the only person that believes in me.

You are a dream I saw hundred years.

Where I felt insecure, surrounded by fears.

Friend is a word I might say but I never had the feel.

Until you came; I felt it letter by letter with every beat.

I probably won't ever know how to describe you.

For me being able to do that,I'll definitely have fatigue.

In hundred years I won't be able to describe half of what you are.

Believe me the much I say, will be way far.

Your look, the way you talk, the way you walk following your faith.

You are like an angel from grace.