Life deals itself in various ways; Its good and its bad.
Mostly good to folks like me, but sometimes I am sad;
Because in turn life's little things become a burden strong.
It gives its trials one by one, whether right or wrong.
Sometimes when lonely hours creep in to haunt my every
thought,
With friends like you to help me through, my fears all come to
naught.
With friends like you to give support and be there all the
time,
I know no matter how much worse, with friends I'll just be
fine.
There are no reasons for remorse when trials come my way,
'Cause friends like you know every time exactly what to say.
A little comfort here and there go far to help me through,
But I'd not have this comfort now if not for friends like you.