Vision of Truth

No one can tell you who your friends are.
It's something you have to see for yourself.

It took me a month of Sundays to see
though the confusion,
false friends surrounding me like harsh fog on the sea
hiding jagged knife edge cliffs in my path

but even the worst of fogs will fade
broken on shafts of bright midday sun
and for once I feel
and see
the truth.

True friends are there
always.
They aren't swayed by rumor.
They don't ignore you.
They don't put you through hell to earn their friendship.
They don't spread lies.

True friends help your soul fly.