A friend in need, an honest creed.

My friends tell me,

in confidence you see,

that life has been unjust,

and now they need someone to trust.

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So i give them the words they need

not what they want, nor what they plead.

they get annoyed at what i say,

and do not speak to me all day.

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But in the end, when all is done,

and my words they start to think upon,

they realise then i speak the truth,

but still they need some further proof.

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So do they act on my advice?

and do my words come with a price?

the answer here to both is yes,

and with the first it solves the mess.

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Eventually my words shine through,

the things i say, they start to do,

the price thats paid, is paid by me,

a day or two of agony.

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Tru friends they say what must be said,

while false friends lie and say instead,

what the person wants to hear,

the cost of which is far more dear.

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And so i give you all this creed,

to only give them what they need,

a shoulder to cry on, here and there,

words of comfort, time, to share.

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So only say what they require,

to remove them from their mire,

though they may hate you for a time,

not to do so is a crime.

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So if you seek to make things better,

guard your tongue, your word, your letter,

for they may say you're not a friend,

but you'll be with them to the end.

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Friendship, a blessing and a curse,

your lies will often make things worse,

but if you do what must be done,

your friends, true friendship, they have won.

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And so my friend, the friend in need,

my gift to you, an honest creed,

That while the choice is up to you,

to your heart, you must be true.