The days they start so well but then they fade
And everything we'd hoped for disappears
Like military people on parade
Who aren't allowed to show their natural fears.
And all the good we might have hoped would be
Is suddenly replaced by emptiness
And, though there might be light, we cannot see
So in our minds we feel life's beautiless.
Yet friends are like a burning, blinding light,
Giving me somehow deep within some hope,
And though at times the world seems dark as night
I know that with my friends' help I can cope.
So my days start and roll on to their ends,
Through ups and downs I travel with my friends.
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