Friendship

Born amidst the shores
Of a calm and loving land
Lie the foundations of us all
Each person made of sand

In life we get a handful
A hundred thousand grains
A myriad of souls
Is all that they contain

Each and every grain
Held fast by grafted tears
a bond once so unique,
Replacing life long fears

But as the sand drys out,
From life's dead heat,
They slip slowly through your fingers,
And fall upon your feet

A grain of sand still there,
Is still not all the same,
As you grasp another handful
And repeat this all again