In crowded streets where silence often reigns,
A friend appears, a light amidst the gray.
His laughter breaks the weight of heavy chains,
With every word, he clears the clouds away.

No jewels worn, nor titles to proclaim,
Yet in his gaze, a warmth that feels like home.
Through stormy nights, he whispers, “You’re not lame,
For in this world, we’re never meant to roam.”

In winter’s chill, he offers warmth and cheer,
In summer’s haze, he brings a soothing breeze.
His honesty cuts through the fog of fear,
A steady hand when life’s a tangled tease.

In joy and sorrow, always by my side,
A friend like him, a truth I cannot hide.