Never backstab the genuine ones —
The rare hearts that stand when storms arrive.
They carry truth in quiet ways,
And keep your trust alive!

For loyalty is fragile glass,
Once cracked, it cannot mend.
Betray the real, and you may lose,
A soul that chose to stand!

So, guard the souls who stand by you,
When others turn and run —
The world is full of passing faces,
But genuine ones are few!