Friend...

I was happy, I did not care
every little happiness I used to share
every friend was a precious one and thats all I knew

I trusted them, I was glad to listen
They shared joys and sorrows often
every friend was a precious one and thats all I knew

Things got tangled and I was confused
The ironies of the situations got me amused
every friend was a precious one and thats all I knew

I was afraid to tread on their happiness
But who am I to decide and guess
every friend was a precious one and thats all I knew

I waited for the right time, which wasnt going to come
They started questioning me and I became numb
every friend was a precious one and thats all I knew

They didn't care to listen to my story anymore
Things were crumbling and relations left sore
who is a friend and who isnt, I do not have anymore clue

Every good had been forgotten and dismissed
I gave up wondering was it worth being pissed
every friend was precious but no more is it true

I have recovered and regained my love for life
I want to live fully while I am alive
now I know every person has, but no more than, some value ..
Have faith in good things in life, give them their due ..
I care now not by blind faith but because I have reasons to ..
Friend, you are precious but know my value too.