My Best Friend

Hope and I are best friends you see We dream the same things, her and me. From the first time I saw her I always knew We would be best friends, stuck together like glue. Hope has been with me since I can remember She was there with me that cold and awful day in September Where time stopped and the angels cried Hope was there with her arms open wide. As I grow older I often wonder If Hope will stay with me until beyond the yonder Or at least until my dreams have passed and I fall like dust Carrying me farther, farther than she must. Hope and I are best friends you see Until always, until the end of me.