Friends are like. . .

sunshine
sometimes they make us warm
sometimes they climb behind clouds and leave us feeling cold and alone
sometimes we forget to give them the due thanks, but they keep shining over us and bringing us all of what we need
sometimes they burn us, but from love (or need) we always go back for more--i guess we know it wasn't their purpose to burn

sometimes, suntimes, sometimes...
friends are there like the sunshine is always there, even when we can't see or feel it
sometimes bright, sometimes dim, but always always there