A cool, gentle breeze;
the countryside is shrouded
in sweet morning dew

Friends,
They are my family that is not blood.
Every time I make a new friend,
I get a new family member.
This makes me feel happy.

But, it goes the other way as well.

When a friend is forgotten or left,
I lose a family member.
This hurts me with a dark sadness.

But new friends are good,
They help me grow as a person,
Help me learn more about the world.

I get to make friends that are on the other side of the world,
Where it's lucky that he can speak English,
Since I can't speak an ounce of what he's saying.
But despite the distance of 5,264 miles,
We somehow became friends.
And in my book, family as well

I'll do anything to protect and serve my family,
Blood or not, they are one giant family to me.
And they all make me happy.

I just want to be
Your ethereal shadow
Basking in your glow