Friends are your enemy
the target for your grief
the bag for your punches
the flesh you tear with teeth
the vein that you rupture
the bile from your spleen
the wall hit in anger
the bones you've picked clean
but look what comes after
once your angers reigned
the warmth and understanding
that just cannot be feigned
compassion for your heartache
sorrow for your grief
ointments for your anguish
that's what friends bequeath
the arms wrapped around you
the root for your cause
the selfless acts of kindness
the reason for your wars
the treasure of your empire
the wealth shared by few
every value in existence
is far surpassed by you
this is how I treat my friends
the good and bad both true
I love them when they're happy
understand them when they're blue
if this is enough for them
the fact I give my all
then come hail or sunshine
beside them I'll stand tall