Come sit here my dear,
Your tired you need to rest,
I know you give your heart
And always do your best,
Sometimes past we quarreled
I know you cried sad tears,
But childish quarrels little matter
soon the heartache disappears,
I often put you in tight spots
Those spots was often rough,
And you would see me through
you always did enough.

Im to glad to have your hand,
One who cares and understand,
Yet when down and can not cope,
Im not one to give you hope,
I dont know reason why,
I know upstairs alone,
Tears run down your eye,
And i dont turn to you
To show to you i care,
Yet inside my heart
Im with you in dispair
And with you to the end,
You always to me
Be my best friend

Rich in feelings