Come to me, dear friend,

        I know the world is harsh

          People can be ruthless

         Acquaintances indifferent

             Family judgemental 

                 Siblings scathing

            Spouse unsympathetic.

          When there is no one

               To listen to you

           To help you unburden self

                    Come to me

     I will tend to your broken heart

            Patch up all the pieces

                   Hold your hand

                    And be with you

                 Till you are ready

                      To fly again.

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