Friends like clothes,
what you wear in times of trouble;
Our cover against being broken
They keep us warm and looking good
We chose them according to colors and designs;
And sometimes when fashion leaves your shirt
You’ll just wear them until the door;
And just like clothes,
they fade away.
Colors of your clothes become blurred.
Its design becomes gross
Holes appear larger
Would you let that happen?
“God like the sky is your real friend
He would never leave you alone
And when no one believes in youHe’ll listen to you.”