Life always seems to knock you down
So far down you hit the ground
At some points you don’t wanna get up
You just want to lay there and plainly give up
But sometimes a familiar hand reaches down one for you to firmly grasp
A friendly hand with one simple task
To pick you back up
And clean all your scrapes and cuts
That you received from the fall
Because a true friend is there for you through thick or thin, short or tall.
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