In a world of rats everyone concentrates on pulling you down, In this over-crowded barrel of pain everyone is biting, maiming and killing, Trying to keep themselves alive, They trample you and leave you bloody and broken on the floor. I thought you might need a friend, Someone strong to keep the stench of carrion off your body, To lift your head above the quagmire and to help you breathe. So I hold out my hand And with your last ounce of strength you clasp it firmly and I help you up. Don’t worry my friend, Even though we’re up to our noses in shit you can always stand on my shoulders.
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