My Friend

I was going to write a song for you about my life
To tell you about some happiness and some strife
Then I remembered that I told you nearly everyday
In the way I handled my work and in my play

Perhaps I wasn’t smiling and you knew that I was sad
Or maybe I had a mean look, you knew that I was mad
It could have been a song, especially for you to hear
Trying to say, you are my friend, I like having you near

To tell you that I love you in many special ways
To say I thank you for your prayers on all those days
I was going to put it in a song, a message loud and clear
But you had already seen my life, you didn’t have to hear.