9 May 2012
True wealth it seems is how much pain our souls can stand to bear.
How many loving friends we have to wash it out of there.
It's easy to be blinded if you're made to feel so small.
Forgetting your achievements, shatter slump into a ball.
Sycophants surround you, let them get their noses brown.
The truest friends will pick you up and never let you down.
Friends • Opuss № I