When your friend is in pain
The feeling is very strange
Swallowing loads of strain
Calmness you cant arrange.

When your friend woes,
Feels truly strange.
His precious tears flows,
They refute to interchange.

When your friend is standing alone
The feeling is indeed strange
You cant remain his backbone
Frailness, you can't change.

When you see your friend forsaken
The feeling is really strange
You try to induce tempo,
But victory is beyond range.

When your friend finally quits,
The feeling is awfully strange.
His eyes in deep slumber,
His world to him, estrange.


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