Sometimes along life's pathways there will come a friend, Who gets to know you inside out, right to the very end, The depth and height and width of all that makes you 'you', And they continue liking you no matter what you do. They get to see inside of you where others dare not go, And soon they are a part of you and you find you love them so. They let you laugh and share your joy, they help you through the day, And no matter what you've said or done, they never turn away. Sometimes when things are getting rough, and when the crying's done, They'll join with you in games and play, just like when you were young, And had a special playmate who would run the field of joys, That children find around the bend with other girls and boys. They're honest and they're faithful, they try never to betray The precious trust between you as you live from day to day. It's so hard to express sometimes, and though it might sound odd, My best way to describe them is they are a gift from God. And so, my friend, I'm writing with a thankful heart to say I'm so glad I have a friend like you to help me on my way. When the ocean of life was rough thank you for being my buoy But mostly thanks for running with me through the Field of Joys.