Our song

He smiles.

what a blessing to be your friend
thick and thin, bruises bones, everything can mend
I'll stand strong and stay for you
take comfort to know, you'll do it too

He cries.

Curse, what a curse, to be your friend
The worst, oh the worst that heaven could send
Only standing by your side
Holding in tears, all that I cry

I know.

Thank you, my friend, o' suffering friend
You, whose shoulder I always lend
I know blessing and curse, both i am
And regrets piled, as i never could lend a hand -
In helping those sorrows you keenly feel
of your broken heart that never can heal

I love you but love you, i can never do
Not in the way you hoped me to.

Labels: Friendship

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