When you're lost in the eternity of sorrow
And despair flows in every vessel within you
There's always a comrade, like a hero
Who lightens and settles your life to glow.
When you're carrying an aching burden
And the purpose of your life's left hidden
There's always an angel from the heavens
Who breaks the rules which are forbidden
And saves you from the tomb of desperation.
A comrade, a hero, an angel...
Whatever you call him, he's a friend
Who listens, who comforts, who understands
And who's worthy to be one of a kind.
The Friends Who Remain
A Friendship Left Not Forbidden
Published by Family Friend Poems April 2009 with permission of the Author.
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