Sometimes I felt that all was lost,
No point to life,
No point to trust,
My life was just an endless cycle,
Introduced by pain, fear and anger,
My mind was a mess,
And so as my life,
There seemed to be,
No way out,
That was when Imet a friend,
Who picked me up,
When I was down,
Who found my way,
And found my future,
Expressed my thoughts,
Used up my anger,
A friend that everybody needs,
I,
Myself,
That friend was me.
