This strange sense of belonging,
Fills this hole in me,
And all the good that you have done,
I pray that you can see,
May it have been a few kind words,
You still have saved my life,
Just to know that someone cares,
Has stayed a fatal knife,
Here's a few kind words about you,
But are they helping you to see,
That all the good that you have done,
It means the world to me,
I need someone to rely on,
And I can count on you,
To help me when the world's crashing down,
To help to guide me through,
You seemed to always be there,
When I needed the help of a friend,
And it helped me so much knowing,
You'd be there until the end.
-To my friend and mentor who can't read this but I still thought I'd post it.
