There are times I Find My Hands

There are times I Find My Hands Full of friends... I want to Hold them hard As I fear Of Losing Them. I laugh When i realize that.. They are the ones holding me... ! Thanks for Being one..

My candle burns at both ends

My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But, ah, my foes, and, oh, my friends- It gives a lovely light!