Out of all the riches, the world can offer
And of all the gold, and all the butter,
If you have one true friend,
Who would never to send,
A misdeed in disguise, a particular vice
And not said thrice, that she would be nice

That the richest, the boldest, the gazillionaire,
Is in your shoes, yes, just there
Look around, be profound, do you really care?
That all you’ve worked for, is going elsewhere?
Not unless you have the one true rope,
It may be gold, silver or just hard to cope,
You can still cling onto it, when hard winds blow,
Or to feel you’re real, when you begin to glow

No, someone else would leave away
For you’re just one, in seven billion, say
But to that golden hope you hold,
You are the torch-light, you are the gold

Though she would shed a silver tear
For hopes you lost, for all you fear
She’d mould it into something dear
And tell you that all is here

So take no doubts
And leave your pouts
Your hefty word and steer
For she will help at times,
One thinks, no one else would rear

So make it clear
You must help her veer
When she’s stuck by a sneer

So don’t stop here
Give her a hand, so clear
That help is always near