They weren't important an year ago,
And today they seem as important as breathing,
They were stranger's an year ago,
And today they know every detail to your dullest days.
They could've been another human you passed on the street last year,
But today they are the face you look for in a crowded room.

There wasn't an exact date, time and venue when this happened,
Oh no,
they slowly crept their way in and made a home,
Name it a bond,
Name it fate,
Or blame it on simple physics that opposites attract.

But they made happiness look magnificent,
And pain look minute,
It was like, this was the only connection that nature forgot to name,
The only relationship they got to pick,
And sometimes the only thing that saved them from drowning,
So they named it a ship,
Friendship.