What are friends?

In my times of pain and sorrow

They always seem to follow

Without knowing the outcome of some

They always seem to remain calm

What are friends anyway?

Are they just some cliché?

Or just to spend some time

Whenever we start to sigh

Many things I don't seem to know

About friends who I used to know

For many years we've been together

I still don't get it even if we gather

Still, many questions I am dying to ask

But I think, all of that lies in my past.