How many of those with whom you can grieve,
Questions fuel doubt.
How few of those with whom you can get to know
Yourself as our life reflection.
How many of those with whom it would be better to be silent,
Who wouldn't blabbed in sorrow.
How few we trust
They could have been hiding from themselves.
With whom will we find spiritual strength,
Whom we blindly believe with our heart and soul.
Whom shall we call
When trouble opens our doors.
How few of them, with whom you can - no wonder.
With whom we have tasted sadness and joy.
Perhaps only thanks to them.
We love this changing world.
Slonyara