Friends I stood among the businessmen On their busy city street. But they skewed their shoulders sideways, Cringed, shoved past me, And there I stood alone. I kneeled among the pious few Whose tears fell for God. But my dry eyes betrayed me In that brittle silence, And there I kneeled alone. The Sun is for the flower; The rain for the tree. The wind shepherds clouds, The Moon shines not for me. Yet my friends are many, And my love is strong. My friends were even with me On that hustling city street, And in that stiff cathedral pew. But my friends, they mostly go unnoticed By both the busy, and the pious, too. No matter where my path may lead My friends, they know the way. They outpace the swiftest ship, Always sooner make the quay. My friends, they rise each evening With earnest, shining faces. They smile from every corner, And never slip their places. With one society I share Every incandescent summer, Yet survive the chill of winter By protection of another. My friends are to me A simple bliss unrivaled. Under these stars, my sentinels, I need not be afraid, Because in their gentle light I find my every fear allayed.