When I am low and broken
By this struggle my life's become
When darkness threatens to close in
My friends are there to see me home
A cooling rain on fevered brow
Gentle caress to my tortured soul
Beacon of light in my darkest hour
Supporting hands when I'm feeling low
I thank you all who stand beside me
Through all my dark times of duress
You are my trusted cooling rain
You are my life's gentle caress
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