Sara Watkins

My Friend
My friend is worn and torn he's badly woundedI don't know what he really needsBring hope to his heart, relief to his mindBring hope to his heart, relief to his mindHe lives for love of what he knowsBut he cannot put his trust in much anymoreBring hope to his heart, relief to his mindBring hope to his heart, relief to his mindKeep my friend safe, strengthen his eyesThe night has been long but the dawn is sure to be fineBring hope to his heart, relief to his mindBring hope to his heart, relief to his mind From Letras Mania