You normally look no further

On your hands you’re able to count

Established bonds from your fingers

In between, it’s a great amount

A house, a bar, even a park

Anywhere, the fun follows

A walk or a talk, we embark

A journey where friendship grows

Meeting at day, meeting at night

No exception for a rainbow

And if one of us doesn’t feel right

For his grief, we act as scarecrows

From memories we created

To tomorrows that still awaits

Here is a thought dedicated

To friends of mine that relates