I want to be the arms that hold you when you’re sad;
Your shoulder to cry on when times get bad.
I want to be the one who puts you into bed,
The one who’s arm rests between the pillow and your head.
I want to give you my jacket when you get cold
And be the one, who cares for you when you get old.
But if their comes a time when all of this ends
I’ll be happy knowing we’ll always be best friends.