Oh my friend I can only stand at the edge of your sadness
And let the sorrow lap against my feet
And I can't walk that lonesome valley for you
I can only sing you to sleep
Oh and I can't speed the coming of the dawn
I can't dredge the murky depths of your soul
I can't change that we all die alone
I can only drive you home
Oh my friend I can only hold up this mirror
And hope it answers some of your desire
And I can't help that the winter's dark and long
But come sit by my fire
How many times has my shoulder been cold
And passed a stranger struggling on the road
Or the pain of friends have I sometimes ignored
Well here's my hand to hold
And at the beach they'd fly the kites so high
The fragile threads connect them to the sky
And down below are watching you and I
With tender hearts and longing in our eyes
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