My Dear Friends Kept Me Alive
A one and a two and a three four five.
I was dead, now I’m more than half alive.
I had given up; I had lost my jive.
I was hopeless, helpless, self-magnified.
I picked myself up with my dear friends help.
They believed in me, dug me out of kelp.
They rinsed me off. I was a sorry whelp.
I screamed a bit after the initial yelp.
If they had not believed I could
It would have been hard, it truly would.
They surrounded me as saviors should
Full of spiritual caring and lots of good.
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