And I will help you through
The tides have been pretty hard
I suppose and not only that
But because I’ve been informed!
Mine shoulder is a soft one
It’s like a baby’s soft spot
Yet feels no pain in the event that you lean on!
It is just there to share your burdens
As if they were it’s own.
Don’t call me your mama
And neither should you take me for your dad;
I’m simply your neighbor who has turned up
in your greatest time of need.
Come, come to me my dear
And I will wipe away that crispy and salty tear
From your face:
For even when you smiled wide with a jolly face,
I saw your soul wailing
Awkwardly with brutal pain behind that mask.
Your own blood may forsake you
But it’s amazing how foreign blood
Can prove more to be
Like it were your own.
Come, come to me my dear,
Come and lean on my shoulder
And I will help you through:
We will hop till the last step of the race
And from today you shall call me
Your best sibling by default.