January 1. I get out of bed, 

as thoughts of last night ring out in my head. 

The person I was, the person I'll be,

The wonderful things that I saw and will see. 

Year after year, resolutions galore. 

I keep them at most for a week, but no more. 

Last year I promised I'd write every day, 

It never did happen, I'm ashamed to say.

I now put pen to paper whenever inspired. 

What came forth as my brain and my heart both conspired

to create something beautiful, something sublime!

To make something meaningful, line after line. 

Last year my words were just selfish without end. 

Now I can use them to praise every friend,

I made so many great ones who take so much time

to love and be with me, they make life sublime. 

We've been through a lot, a few friends went away. 

They left our group broken, but together we stayed. 

The friends that we lost left us saddened and pained, 

but we still feel such joy at the strength that we gained.

We're together, we're strong! We laugh 'till we cry. 

We'll stand for each other 'till the day that we die. 

See, in past years, there's often been no one but me. 

I was lost in my loneliness, lost in the sea. 

The sea of self loathing, the ocean of tears.

This past year my friends all defeated my fears. 

My friends pulled me out when I thought I would drown. 

They've made this year great, turned my world upside down. 

Last year was great, not from nothing I've done,

but from the best group of friends living under the sun.

So here's to this year, and the ways I will grow,

With my friends, with my words, with the love that I know.