Friends

FRIENDS By Kelly Stephen It’s not every day that a hero comes along Or is this statement very, very wrong Do they walk among us? Could this be true? Maybe a hero is not dressed in red/blue Maybe they’re not fighting crime, but fighting for you. Perhaps they’re on the playground Perhaps they’re in the hall Perhaps they’re in the classroom Perhaps they’re in the Mall Maybe they’re only waiting to catch us when we fall. They become special friends Whose bond we just can’t explain The ones who understand us And share our joy and pain. What if they’re not adults But friends like me and you Are friends real heroes? I think this could be true.