When problems come in pummeling loads.
When I see mud covers all roads.
When friends I loved, are Glad to see,
that stressful times have engulfed me.
When the future looks so dreary, bleak,
I just don’t have the will to speak.

I’m sure my problems aren’t that bad.
I’m sure my thoughts are skewed a tad.
I’m sure I still have friends, who care,
those who’d help me anywhere.
I’m sure that things aren’t quite so dark,
but still I don’t see ne’er a spark.

I love to help when others need.
I love to take their hands and lead.
I love to show they still have friends,
whose pledge of friendship never ends.
I love to help them see the light,
but at this time, I’ve not the might.

If you can see my problems well.
If you can see on what I dwell.
If you think friends we both could be,
the type of friend whose love is free.
If you can get my candle lit,
then please step up and just do it.