Friends
As I sit here and weep,
I think about my friends,
now I can't sleep.
I will be a friend until the end,
caring everyday,
but when they get themselves in trouble,
they expect me to walk away.
They know I have problems of my own,
and can't always run to see them,
but when they call me mad or crying,
their feelings I try to hem.
I will love and care about my friends,
until the day I die,
thinking, wishing, hoping, praying,
and always standing by.
I think about my friends,
now I can't sleep.
I will be a friend until the end,
caring everyday,
but when they get themselves in trouble,
they expect me to walk away.
They know I have problems of my own,
and can't always run to see them,
but when they call me mad or crying,
their feelings I try to hem.
I will love and care about my friends,
until the day I die,
thinking, wishing, hoping, praying,
and always standing by.
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