My friend do not leave me...
As if my pleading,
could brush your tears aside.
The Pain will be cold,
and bitter like a December's wind...
but your smile and laughter can survive...
and bring the joy back to life...
You are my branch when I need something to grab onto..
and you are my shoulder when I have to cry the pain aside.
So don’t ever forget that you’re needed...
and remember that the tide may indeed rise...
we'll still have our bond to keep us alive.
Candice Renae Williams
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/behind-the-tide/
