Friends

People here and people there,
call them friends do i dare,
we chat, we talk, we pass the time,
but are they really friends of mine.

We laugh, we smile,
that lasts for a while,
we cry, we complain,
and tell of our pain,
but are they friends,
well that depends.

Those that remain through times good and bad,
read between the lines, knowing when i am sad,
are the friends i can truly say are mine,
and will last throughout all time.

I give what i get,
i receive oh so much,
so a friend in me you have,
this you can trust.