Listen, to me loner, You can cry on my shoulder, We all need help now and then, Don't be a stranger, Christ was born in a manger, So don't say you won't be my friend. We've had some sad times, And been through some bad times, That we both had thought wouldn't end, You've been on your own, But it's harder alone, So don't say you won't be my friend, When no one else believes you, And you really do feel blue, If you think your heart can not mend, Then look up above, You'll find you've found love, For God, will always be your friend. 1981
Reason for writing:
When one is within dire despair, one comes home and discovers, He has never left.
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