The keys that open friendship’s door,
Are in your hands and mine.
There’s a key called understanding,
Fashioned from a rare design;
For this quiet understanding,
That is passed from friend to friend,
Is what makes a pleasant friendship,
Keep blooming with no end.
There’s another key most precious,
That can open friendship’s door;
Its called love and we must use it,
Each day, more and more.
For if we give ourselves all freely,
Ever seeking for the best –
Being blind to faults of others –
Then true friendship’s been expressed.