My friend says, she's tired of her life
she has a child to fend for,
she can't pretend anymore
I hope she will try to survive.
Talking to her, to give her hope,
she grasps my hand, holding tight
I pray for her at night,
but it's up to her to cope.
Friend, when you're weak, I'll be strong
just remember why you are here.
There's enough oxygen to keep you alive.
Sometimes, situations can go wrong,
but optimism can change the atmosphere.
As for me, I keep on to strive...
Jacqui Broad
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/supporting-act/
