It seems to me a mystery
How you can go and end
The precious thing a man can give
To him he calls a friend.
Explain to me how you can tell
Someone you love them dear,
Yet never come to their front door,
Or lend a listening ear.
Just tell me how a human heart
Can go away and let
Me face the terrors of the past
And know my face was wet.
Please clarify for me the things
I cannot understand.
How can you say that we are friends,
Yet never lend a hand?
You know your friends by what they do
When trouble is about.
They stay around to help you through
When all the world walks out.
You measure them by simple faith
Which says I’m here to stay
And nothing you can say or do,
Can make me go away.
They’re interested in how you live
Each day that passes by.
They never make you walk alone
Without a reason why.
It seems to me a mystery
How you can go and end
The precious thing a man can give
To him he calls a friend.
Yu/stan/kema (age 36)
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