Though troubled times may come to try your soul,
Or enemies with hatred apprehend;
If grief comes down and seems to take control,
You know that I will always be your friend.
The winds of change sometimes are harsh and cold,
With bitter nights when loneliness descend;
When strife and pain surround to scream and scold,
Just think of me and I’ll be there, my friend.
Adversity comes quick and then moves slow
And never seems to leave or show an end;
It’s times like these you know just where to go,
I’m here for you my brother and my friend.
The love we share endures through trial or trends;
There’s nothing like the bond between two friends.
A friend loves at all times,
and a brother is born for adversity.