When you come to the end of all you know And are either resting or at war The things that you value most in life Don’t matter anymore, Unless In the passion to prove one’s value within You trod on the people you know That carried you on through thick or thin And listened to all your woes. So Grasping the hand of the caring Inadequate though it may feel To fetch us tea or bind our wounds Even the ones we think are unseen. Because At the end there can grow a beginning And war and peace, it comes and it goes But friends can last forever For when you have love it shows.