Dear old friends

The moon is a dear old friend, it’s true,
because it helps in the night.
And when the sky turns black and blue
its reflections give us some light.

Its modest rays can show the way,
like friends who help us see
where to move and when to stay
and where it’s good to be.

So any friend who lends a hand
in darkness and in trouble
is precious for he helps us stand
even on slush or rubble.