Will you give me your shoulder to cry on?
Your hand to hold in distress?
Will you laugh with me in joy?
Help me be my own mistress?
I'll call you friend then,
More precious than silver or gold,
Pains we'll share, joys multiply
And never let our bond go cold.
Will you denigrate my faults?
Make me face the squall?
Will you pull down my life?
Bring on my downfall?
I'll call you friend then,
More valued than treasures untold,
My hidden strengths you call upon
I see my wings unfold.
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