Circle

Find me low or find me high I’m in the middle wanting to hide. My eyes are closed yet my mind swirls on, I seem to be searching but never to find. As I reach out my hand I do find many, many friends of mine. One by one the circle begins, holding hands till the very end. With my eyes wide open I search no more, my hiding place has been found. What I was seeking I now find, it was always by my side. A circle of friends is what I have, a circle of friends is what I need. I keep my circle close to me and soon I begin to see, they are the best part of me. Thank you circle, you will never know how you have helped my wondering soul.