The Ones Who Stay
Some friends may drift like seasons
With laughter soft and slow,
They leave behind their footprints
Then turn and onward go.
But some are stitched in heartstrings,
Woven through every day—
They’re found in steady footsteps
And in love that doesn’t stray.
They’re the ones who weather storms,
Who see you through the gray.
They hold the light beside you
And help you find your way.
Lifelong friendships bloom in trust,
In memories we’ve made,
Not in perfect, endless moments,
But in how they choose to stay.
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