When the pressure builds on your shoulders And you’re on the verge of breaking Let me be your first call To stop your voice from shaking
When the nights are achingly short And the days seem to drag on Know that I’ll listen to all of your worries Until the crack of dawn
When you find your life is hostile And the world is harsh and cold Remember that you are fragile when alone But together we can be bold
When these days are long passed And our memories become foggy and strained I hope you’ll remember your friend in high school That cared for you when it rained
When we grow old and tired And our days are filled with regret We’ll look back at these high school years And friends we hope we won’t forget
I’ll be glad I had thanked you then For shielding me from the eternal storm And wish that we'll meet in sunlight soon Where we are not our thorns
For Noor. It's a continuation of the poem I wrote you before.