Faith Poem

My friends are true believers. So am I, but I don't sing God songs all the time. They are a group of Faith. It moves me, but I am aware. Such little hardship written on our brows in wrinkles. We are young, and someday will move through depths of pain. Then I wonder where they will go. I hope it is the same place they are right now. It never fails; they think to save me. I smile. There was a time when I was always saving them.