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.
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