In the quiet dawn where shadows meet,  
A bond is born, gentle and sweet.  
With every laugh, with every tear,  
A friend stands close, always near.  

Through storms that rage and skies that clear,  
A whispered word, a listening ear.  
In silence shared or stories spun,  
Two hearts beat softly, yet as one.  

In fleeting time, where moments pass,  
Friendship blooms like dew on grass.  
Not bound by chains, yet strong as steel,  
A silent promise, deep and real.  

Through miles apart or side by side,  
In every step, a friend’s our guide.  
No need for words, no need for sound,  
In friendship’s grace, we are found.  

So here’s to friends, both old and new,  
A precious gift, a bond so true.  
In every dawn, in every night,  
Friendship’s glow remains alight.