I've been alone,
but, in the silence,
I have found a friend.

It listens, with
quiet understanding,
and its patience never ends.

Sometimes it speaks,
I know it does;
The voice fills up my head.

It comforts me
with words that flow
from some celestial end:

"I'm here, I'm here!
Cry to me;
I'll always hold your hand.

Life can be cruel,
but I promise you,
I'm with you, even to the end."

All my sorrows,
I have poured out
to this listening ear unseen,

And the darkness
does not seem so black
as once, I thought it'd been.

Times of trouble
do still abound,
but I need not pretend,

That I'm alone,
for, in the silence,
I have found a friend.