Care for the incurable in the end
Is found only from a true friend.
With whom one can shed tears
A friend who listens to your fears.
We all need such sweet gentle succor
From one who is there, rich or poor.
When tears well up in our eyes
A friend that stands true, no lies.
When confusion prompted to give up
Your tender love was there, a full cup.
You were there with outstretched hand
The only one who in my corner did stand.
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