My Friend | The Fix

My Friend | The Fix: May I take your hand my friend For I have fallen. I have stumbled on the stones And cannot rise unaided. My limbs are weak, My mind is clouded. I need your grip If only but to stand. May I lean on you my friend For I am tired. So many nights have I slept Among the thorns. No comfort there, No chance to dream. I need your strength If only just in passing.