Restore me from the depths of despair,
That cause me to be impared.
A few years ago I’ve always been compared
Through you I am repaired.
You coax me to take a step further
when every flower dies and wither.
It is true that stumbling pulls me down,
but you were there to crack a joke and be a clown.
Never will I be worried
that you’ll forget me
Because I’m in your pocket
you always carried.
For better or for worst
We’re friends forever.

