It's nice to know

In a world of stone

That you are not

All alone

.

It's nice to know

There's still some one to trust

Who's not made of stone

Who won't crumble to dust

.

It's nice to know

In times filled with grey

There's teal, burgundy, and gold

To to brighten the day

.

It's nice to know

When the embers of imagination grow cold

There is some one to remind you

There are still stories that can be told

.

It's nice to know

There's someone who will forbear

When you screw up

They will still care

.

It's nice to know

And I wish I'd said this yesterday

How nice it is in a world of stone

To have a friend not made of clay