It was at random that we met,
A chance that not many get.
How was I to know!
That you would turn out to be my special friend,
Someone who could be there,
Until the very end.

To meet someone from far away,
Never knowing if they're here to stay,
Not knowing if what they say is true,
Of what they're doing and telling you.

So far away, but yet so near,
The thought of "not knowing" is the fear.
Is it truth, or is it lies?
Will a heart grow, or will it die?

Either way, the bonds of Friendship's strings are tied.