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What is to become of me,
when my friends pain becomes mine own?
What ever am I to do,
when for their sins I want to atone?
I feel such pain and agony,
when it is their loved one who dies.
Though I may not know them at all,
it is I who also cries.
WHat is to become of me,
when my friends pain becomes mine own?
If it would take their pain away,
I'd gladly face their pain alone.
What is to become of me,
when my friends joy becomes mine own?
When everyone is happy,
My heart feels as if it's flown.
When my friends are full of love,
I can not help but to smile.
Joy carresses and enters me.
I'm filled with bliss for awhile.
What is to become of me,
when my friends life becomes mine own?
I lose all sense of who I am,
Away, my soul, in the wind, blown.
What is to become of me,
when my friends betray and trick me?
It would wound, scar, and kill me
if my good friends did not love me. |