Without hope we press forward, without despair we look always up. In times of tension we find the peace, in times of war the enemy we defeat.
We are the music, we are the hand, the back upon which great people stand. The unsung heroes, the unfound dead, we are the ones who keep track of no debt.
Upon our footsteps others walk, upon our shoulders others weep. We are the friends who never say no, we are the ones who wont let you go.
We are the people who keep you from harm, we are the ones who want nothing in return. We do because it�s the right thing, because its how it must be.
We are the lonely, the ones who have only the needs of the many. We are the seers of the pain, and the keepers of the hope. The whispers of secrets, the keepers of all that is whispered.
We are the Friends who want nothing more then to be a friend. The love that wants nothing more then to be loved, and the ones who cry when no one is around for the pain of the ones we love.
In life we make our own paths, travel our own journeys, but it�s upon the backs of our friends that the burden of pain must sometimes be carried for us.
