You made them your transport from your lonely life.
Made them your bridge to cross over to the other side.
Made them your mobile to escape your worries.
Used them as your navigator to guide you to your destination.
You made them shephard of your dream, used them as a walking stick
and treated them as your charity.
You lead them to pave your your success,you wanted them to escort you
You used them as an elevator, made them a basket for your troubles container.
They carried you from that far.
You ride them roughly, walk over their lives just like others.
All of you came like sheep, but they found that you are wolfs.
Stop make them a conveyor.