In the Arms of a Friend
Wish I could sleep beside you.
I know where I'd lay my head.
I'd never have another sleepless night.
I'd wrap my arms around you, knowing that was right.
And if I ever hurt again,
it wouldn't matter in the arms of a friend.
There I would be comforted,
And I'd be a happy person once again.
Things wouldn’t always go as expected.
People have their different ways.
The Cry of our children is a series of poems written to encourage us to be our best self.
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I know where I'd lay my head.
I'd never have another sleepless night.
I'd wrap my arms around you, knowing that was right.
And if I ever hurt again,
it wouldn't matter in the arms of a friend.
There I would be comforted,
And I'd be a happy person once again.
Things wouldn’t always go as expected.
People have their different ways.
I’m the same as I’ve always been.
I want a life that's peaceful and serene.
I want a life that's peaceful and serene.
Where would I be without hope?
I'm sick and weary from trying.
No lie could convince me that I'll be fine.
But these hopes and beliefs are truly mine.
I'm sick and weary from trying.
No lie could convince me that I'll be fine.
But these hopes and beliefs are truly mine.
The Cry of our children is a series of poems written to encourage us to be our best self.
Get your copy here
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