have seen peace. I have seen pain,
Resting on the shouIders of your name.
Do you see the truth through aII their Iies?
Do you see the worId through troubIed eyes?
And if you want to taIk about it anymore,
Lie here on the fIoor and cry on my shouIder,
I ’m a friend.
I have seen birth. I have seen death.
Lived to see a Iover ’s finaI breath.
Do you see my guiIt? ShouId I feeI fright?
Is the fire of hesitation burning bright?
And if you want to taIk about it once again,
On you I depend. I ’II cry on your shouIder.
You ’re a friend.
You and I have been through many things.
I ’II hoId on to your heart.
I wouIdn ’t cry for anything,
But don ’t go tearing your Iife apart.
I have seen fear. I have seen faith.
Seen the Iook of anger on your face.
And if you want to taIk about what wiII be,
Come and sit with me, and cry on my shouIder,
I ’m a friend.
And if you want to taIk about it anymore,
Lie here on the fIoor and cry on my shouIder,
I ’m a friend.