I feel that nothing good will happen to me ever again
But friends can be found in those low places
Where kindred souls cross paths
In a sanctuary for broken birds
My wings were mended by a brother
With sorrows of his own
And I took flight
I have life in me yet
He reminds me of this daily
And although my faults are great
He sees the best in me
And takes pleasure in my flourishing
A friend worthy of honor
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