A Friend

And yet here Iam..
Healed of the old wounds.
Accepting fresh ones
Each day,anew

So now looking like a lone soldier
In the battlefield of life
And the faces that surround me are not of friends
Either enemies or some strangers

And each day I wage this batttle in mind
And ask when I see any face
Who is this in the arena of my life
Is there a hope yet,for a friend,for a smile