you mean the world to me!The Gift Of Knowing YouThere are gifts of many treasuresFor both the young and old,From the tiniest little trinketsTo great boxes filled with gold.But, put them all togetherAnd they could not stand in lieu,Of the greatest gift of allThe gift of knowing you.When your times are filled with troublesSadness, grief, or even doubt,When all those things you planned onJust aren't turning out.Just turn and look behind youFrom the place at which you stand,And look for me through the shadowsAnd reach out for my hand.I will lift from you your burdenAnd cry for you your tears,Bear the pain of all your sorrowsThough it may be for a thousand years.For in the end I would be happyTo have helped you start anew,It's a small price to payFor the gift of knowing you.
