The depression of a friend is always strong.
He does not know what is right to do,
He does not know what is wrong.
Do not kick him out or shut the door to his face.
He needs an ear,
He needs an embrace.
The depression of a friend is always loud.
Tears shouting when it hurts,
Blood dripping like a noisy crowd.
Do not cease to listen,
Do not halt understanding.
When war boasts, how can peace sing?
The depression of a friend is always a burden.
Always wiping the happiness from men.
So, you know what?
I do not want to be the depression.
I'd rather be the friend.
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