2. Friend.

They say a fool is his own best friend,
Which I dare not defend,
But there’s the happiness fools derive,
At the cost of a real friend,
There are some days when I’d like to be one,
But life’s cruel, it sees the pun,
And when I look up to myself, I see none.
If I could at least wish,
Heartlessness is what I could do with,
For heart is the main source of sorrow you see,
And with none, a zombie I could be,
With no responsibilities comes no hurt,
No friends to breach your trust,
So here I raise my hands to heaven,
If at least I’ve done some good to my brethren,
Give me a wish lord, give it to me;
Strip me of my heart and take me to thee.