Three Kinds of Pain

A weapon may cut your flesh
and a fall may break your bones.
No matter what it is made of,
be it sticks or stones.

As a response you mind gives you pain
and tells you to quickly run.
These wounds are healed by time
and their battles easily won.

Internal damages are a little different,
since they can't always be seen.
You might have a tumour in your brain,
or carry a defect gene.

Out of this a handicap might spawn
while you're still unaware of your disease.
You will live with it forever,
until you feel death's cold breeze.

Here we are now
at the end of the line.
With the most horrible wound of all.
The scar in your mind.

In a symphony of horror
it can haunt you until you die.
It might have come from a rejection
or a simple goodbye.

Whatever the reason may be
the facts still remain.
If you let it take over your soul
you will meet your bane.

But feel no fear
for a cure is near.
In the shape of a friend
to whom a plead you can send.

Whenever you have fallen down,
your friend will lend a hand.
Bringing trust and comfort,
and once again make you stand.

I've now gathered
three kinds of nightmares.
The one thing they have in common
is that they bring tears.

I might not be like time
and be able to cure a scar.
I cannot cure a tumor
that would be bizarre.

What I am is a friend
who will lend out a hand
to once again,
help you stand.