Hey brother,  I  bet you thought I died
You didn't come to see me, you never even tried
Hey brother, I thought you were my friend
So many different times, I thought it was the end
The demons were gathering, they had me in their sight
My guardian angel whispered "Don't give up the fight."
I'd love to tell you life has been good
Truth is my soul's been pummeled, just like driftwood
To be absolutely clear, I harbor you no grudge
No hard feelings, I cannot  be your judge
As a result of this experience I've learned about compassion
I'll always be your friend in any situation.