I remember when a friend in need was a friend indeed. It wasn't long ago. I was in need and a friend did see; in my tones and on my head hung low. When words poured outta me and only she saw, but they weren't crashing down, she was catching them all. "A girl with kaleidoscope eyes is what I need", I heard myself say, in a voice so close but echoing away, and with an image in mind but to keep at bay. "If I could get her back I could be set free!"
"Someday, friend, someday", she said, and then she drew me a tree.
