When all is lost and gone
And your heart still thumps
You hear and see the world
It is time for help to come down from
Those who call themselves friends,
Who must must do something now to give hope
And not to pour confetti on a gold casket
And cry that you were a blossom friend.
Hope must come when it is seen
And seen to feel great that you belong
Where succour could come
And for those in dearth who are friends,
A word of hope can help prolong a life
The absence of a friend when help is desired
And to reappear when you are gone
Is death itself.
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