Does friendship mean something to you?
Or does it simply lay like stagnant water?
when the sun is at zenith, it shall dry up
but for the hard pans that crack the ground
A friend in need is a friend indeed;
Does it really mean a grain to you?
a stone that the builder refused,
cast aside when you become relentlessly unworthy
We have seen the true colour of friends when in jeopardy
the pretence relaid in foolhardy,
Great and poetic acts; they acclaim to be your best friend
yet in reality they are but a bunch of clowns
waiting to frown in dismay at the loss of joyous times
stabbing you in the back when fallen
yet sing hymns of praise at the banquet
Be wise; heed ye the knowledge;
Fall not into the trap of doubtful Thomases when in great need.
Choose dearly for when in grief
They lead you through