The hand of the friend of a sinners son

They cried at night felt they were the only one

Their happiness they lost in a world so cold

To only live lonely and grow old

They'd put on a smile 

And be happy for a while

Though they were dying inside

And just wanted to hide

They laid in darkness bleeding to death

Wishing someone would find them before they gave their last breath

Someone found them but it was too late

Now their friends soul will never wake

Vertical parallel lines

Broke this heart of mine

The hand of the friend of a sinners son

Had been slit and cut because they had no one