Treasure Island

jeanne harmon


I'll be there


If ever the world has faded to black and white
If ever you are feeling down
When every smile seems like a frown
I’ll be there
If the world ever seems unfair
And no one seems to care
If ever you are feeling lonely and sad
And everything feels like fad
I’ll be there
If every reason for being happy seems gone
And the most amazing things make you yawn
If all hope seems to be lost
And everything seems to go wrong
If you ever feel like you don’t belong
And if you ever feel like you don’t have a friend
Remember this and remember it always
In good times and bad I’ll always be there to the end.

Submitted: Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Edited: Wednesday, March 01, 2006

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