When the table turns to me,
I'll cherish those who stood by,
In moments of need, they'd see,
Never once did they say goodbye.
In my darkest, deepest hours,
When shadows loomed, hope was thin,
They stayed, my constant towers,
Opened doors, welcoming me in.
I’ll never forget their grace,
Their kindness, a guiding star,
In every trial I face,
Their support has brought me far.
So when my turn has come,
With gratitude, I’ll repay,
For those who never succumb,
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