There are widows in their lonely rooms
Staring at the walls ...
From the time the sun comes up
Till the time the darkness falls
And they're asking the questions
The questions without end
Why does life turn out this way?
And who will be my friend?
CHORUS:
Who will be my friend?
Who will be my friend?
Who will care for me?
Who will really see?
In the corner of an orphanage
Sits a lone forgotten child
Dreaming of the world outside
His thoughts run free and wild ...
And he's asking the window
As he starts to pretend
Who will come and take me from here?
And who will be my friend?
CHORUS
So long, baby
It's hopeless now
My heart is cold
And I don't know how
To love you
CHORUS
Note: Andy Pratt once introduced this song as follows:
"In the Book of James it says that 'Pure religion is to visit the widows and the orphans in their distress, and to keep oneself unspotted from the world'", adding that he had accomplished neither of these.
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