When the sun is shining bright,
And everything feels fine,
You’ll see many around
With sweet words and easy smiles,
Promising always to stand beside.

But wait for the storm.
When skies turn gray,
And the world forgets your name,
Some will leave
Like dry leaves blown away.

That’s the moment you’ll truly see
Who stayed
Not for gain,
But just to be.

The ones who sat near
When no one did,
Who held your silence
Without asking why,
Who saw your broken bits
And didn’t turn away.
Who stayed when you stopped shining.

They are your people.
Keep them close.
Hold them tight.
Don’t lose their light.