some thing can not be described......
some moments can not be shared......
some feelings can not be explained....
some words can not be described.....
but.....nothing can be hidden from a true
When times are rough
And all goes wrong
And every hill is up
When all but a few
Turn their backs on you
I''ll be one of the few
Who''ll always be there for you
We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed. As in filling a vessel drop by drop there is at last a drop which makes it run over, so in a series of kindness there is at last one which makes the heart run over.
