The Best Friend

A drop of blood,

A drop of tear,

The soul in me,

Are all too near.

The silent blood,

Or the silent tear,

Loved me true,

Yet the heart is dear.

I know not Much,

Of the soil, I tread on,

I know not Much,

Of why I am here.

I live the day,

With the unknown sun,

I pour my lungs,

With the unknown air.

I seem to be kind,

I seem to be friends,

It's the air in my lungs,

Who belongs to me here?

Though Warmth of love,

Is the warmth I care about,

The blood in my veins,

Is the truth to bear?

The eyes are blinking,

Unconscious and clear,

They carry glasses,

The times I complain.

Truth be said,

We are grateful to the unknown God,

For the eyes that can see,

Truth be told;

It is the blind,

Who knows the value,

And how it feels,

To have both eyes and God.