Megan sits alone, Hiding far from home The voices saying she’s a mess And she is feeling so depressed, But she has one friend Silver-eyed, and silver-tongued His only payment requires blood Metal and flesh combine Strengthening their ties their bond And she knew it all along Running down the skin Pleasure from within She feels so alive, Pulse racing, And she never dries her eyes The animal inside Is satisfied

The same girl who laughs and talks a lot and seems very happy is also the girl who may cry herself to sleep...

Be a friend. You don't need money: Just a disposition sunny; Just the wish to help another Get along some way or other; Just a kindly hand extended Out to one who's unbefriended; Just the will to give or lend, This will make you someone's friend. Be a friend. You don't need glory. Friendship is a simple story. Pass by trifling errors blindly, Gaze on honest effort kindly, Cheer the youth who's bravely trying, Pity him who's sadly sighing; Just a little labor spend On the duties of a friend. Be a friend. The pay is bigger (Though not written by a figure) Than is earned by people clever In what's merely self-endeavor. You'll have friends instead of neighbors For the profits of your labors; You'll be richer in the end Than a prince, if you're a friend