Giving Back

There are those, who say their your friends. But when things goes south, They run away. Very many, of so called friends, that I had. To many to count. But those who stay. Stay with ya thick and thin. Even when you gave up, they still stock you back in. Those are once in a life time. Once in a blue moon. But their out there, and they will show up. I have few friends of these. That I go to, when I have, no one else to. I haven't treated them fair. As Fair as they should. For I go crazy, and my mind goes beyond. They bring me back, and show me, right, from wrong. I appreciate them, more than words alone. I would give my life for them. Or a couple of hours to listen. They don't know, that their mostly, All I have on, on this Island so bad. I appreciate all they do. And Wish to give back. But its not about, how much you give. Just by being there, is enough. I hope, I pray. That I can be there for them. Showing them that I do care.