This one's dedicated to a special, special, special friend who held my hand through a really tough time. Why did he care? Where did he come from? I don't know. But I'm so glad he was there. Thank you my dear friend. This one's for you:

We go through this journey called life

Sometimes it’s a jet plane ride

Fast, hurried, no-time-for-anything pace

A sure fire route to angst and strife

Sometimes life gets slow

Like drifting along on a boat

With no shore in sight

Leaving you peaceful and mellow

Sometimes life’s caught in a traffic jam

You don’t come or go

No solution in sight

And then you feel life’s a big sham

But you know it with every bone

Whatever the pace of this journey

You need a hand to hold

For you cannot go alone

And sure enough at every stage

Someone, somewhere suddenly

Comes to hold your hand

To guide and give you courage

Sometimes they stay on with you

Sometimes they come and go

But somehow they help you move on

By giving you courage new

Where do they come from?

Who sends them to hold our hand?

Someone, somewhere suddenly

Is just there, how come?

Why do they suddenly become so dear?

These unknown faces you meet on the way

Healing your wounds by just being there

A mystery that shall never be clear

To all those who came from somewhere, suddenly

And helped me wipe a tear, and move on

I don’t know how or why…

but you are the building blocks who help to complete me