A hand on my shoulder
there will always be
with these seven at my back

What diverse talents
my friends have
each making up
for what the others lack

One is dark and tall
wisecracks always ready
and sarcasm being his windfall
but his strong arms never fail
to hug a crying friend

One is loud and bold
her voice always being the first thing I hear
She feels plainly, saying what is on her mind
but she is most loyal
and she kicks the shins
of the boys who are complete heels

One is silent when I say hi
and ignores me as I go by
We once were friends and something more
now there's awkwardness and strange looks
but his kindness always shows through
when the sharks around me
unveil their teeth

One is slight and pale
as she dances across the floor
she's groovin' and she's hip
but sweet words and reassuring smiles
suit this gentle angel more

One laughs and insists my stories are the best
His confidence and humor always makes me grin
and he's quick to think and faster to say
clever things that make one's day
his unique perceptions give everything a different depth
and its always as though things were upside-down

One holds a pen that is unmatched
and her wisdom seems eternal
She is steady, always lending a helping hand
Her shoulder is the one I cry on
and she listens without complaint

One holds music in his hand
for he is a genre unto himself
He commands the notes with a power
with which a god can barely compete
and his eyes shine with given secrets
that he'll never tell and are his to keep

From all walks they come
and some know each other not
and for them all, I'd let myself be shot!