.......................... (song, Harp)

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The winds scowl as they blaze by your fragile body
Cold
There for the world to see
Some offer help
Others offer blame
No one to count on as the earth seemingly swallows you whole
Bad decisions with good intentions
Bad intentions with even worse consequences
The actions of the whole influence the actions of a friend
No help
Just the solitude of consequence
The reliability of friendship is blindly ripped away
Cheers of the crowd
Influenced by jeers of the proud
Treated like a dog for the amusement of ego
Praying for that helping hand
It never came…….
Praying for the heart of man
It never came……