You didn\'t come running
when i called your name...

Through the times of hatred
when others try to break me...

The way you call me "babe"
and the feelings you inspire...

The sun the clouds
The wind and the rain...

Right or left
Up or down...

There are different types of joy
From playing with a child filled with laughter...

There are different types of abuse
From drugs, to self inflicted homicide...

Her life is full of wishes
Of one day growing tall...

Friends are forever
friends stay strong...

A fall to a cry
and a friend at your side...

I am...
strong and grateful...

I push my pillow to my face
to soak up all my tears...