I offer you my hand
Take it, make it one of yours
It is a piece of my heart,
That I give you
Keep it safely with you
For yours is safe with me
Friends are roses
Their aroma smells
From afar off
Their light, like the sun
Throwing warmth to us
Following our paths
And casting a shadow
Of companion besides us
Thoughts of friends
Brings smiles to us
The joy they bring
Better than a Kings banquet
Memories lifelong locked
Brothers, sisters, lovers
A very big family we are
Friends are family
Not by blood, but by love
With love we build a family
Around the globe and yonder
And though things change
We must begin and end
With the family of friends
Oiroegbu Halls
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