Some people cry,
As a friend I ask why,
Offering a hand,
And helping them stand,
Some only need a friend,
One that will defend,
One that will have your back,
And give what you lack,
To hear you clearly,
And hold you dearly,
To wipe your eyes,
And to forgive your lies,
To heal your scars,
And break those iron bars,
The ones that keep you restricted,
The ones that make you feel convicted,
There for you through thick and thin,
There for you even in sin,

That,

That is a true friend.