To a Friend

LEAN ON MY SHOULDER, ? DRY ALL YOUR TEARS, ? POUR INTO ME, ? ALL OF YOUR FEARS.? ALL OF YOUR WORRIES,? AND ALL YOUR REGRETS,? EVERY LAST MOMENT,? YOU WANT TO FORGET.? I'LL BE HERE TO LISTEN,? I'VE BEEN MADE TO CARE,? FOR ALL OF THE TIMES,? YOU WANT TO PULL OUT YOUR HAIR.? LATHER IN DARKNESS,? AND REVEL IN BLAME,? AND POINT ALL YOUR FINGERS,? AND CALL ALL YOUR NAMES.? LEAN ON ME SOFTLY,? AND WHISPER YOUR WOES,? AND RATHER THAN RAINBOWS,? WE'LL COUNT ALL YOUR CROWS.? BUT ONCE THAT IS OVER,? WE'LL OPEN THE DOOR,? AND STEP INTO THE SUNSHINE,? THAT'S SWEEPING THE FLOOR.? AND SEE ALL THE FACES,? THE ONES WITHOUT BLAME,? SMILING UPON YOU,? HOPING YOU'LL DO THE SAME. ? WE'LL CAPTURE THE MOMENT,? IN FILM AND IN MIND,? IN THE FADING OF HURT,? THE LOVE YOU WILL FIND.? IT'S PERFECT TO CRY,? IT'S HEALTHY TO FEEL,? BUT IN THE MIDST OF YOUR DOWNFALL,? YOU ALWAYS WILL HEAL.? I WANT YOU TO KNOW,? I WILL ALWAYS BE HERE,? TO LIFT YOU BACK UP,? WHEN YOUR SHEDDING A TEAR