What good is a friends hand
If it recoils from need
What comfort is a touch
If it doesn't clot the bleed
What remains of laughter
When the sobbing takes its place
How empty are memories
When there are none left to make
What good is a confidant
If an ear is not lent
What comfort is a shoulder
If its strength has been spent
What remains of a bond
When it holds on by a thread
How empty is an ally
When its loyalty has fled
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