A Friendship Left Not Forbidden

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.