Friends of Mine

Friends of mine
Friends of all kind
do you mind?
I am about to sink
in a well that stinks
will you "lend" me a hand?

we have fun
we have sung
will you run?
now that I am lost
when I need you the most

regrets, I have none
all of you I have known
I’ll forever cherish the bond
should you mind
or you will run
let go of my hand
I’ll understand

forever be thankful
if you must, call me a fool
you are my Friends
lament, not even
and if and when
the wheel turns
Me at the top again
I’ll look down,
all of you I will find
and “give” you my hand