We make mistakes, we try again
Some fights we lose and some we win
The guilt inside will pull us down
But in the end, we’ll come around

But how to deal with the big mistakes?
The ones which cause the real heartaches
Which advice should we hold as true?
How do we know what we should do?

It feels as though we’re all alone
As though our hearts will go unknown
The emptiness we feel inside
The final blow to weakened pride

The sorrow grows as we blame ourselves
And into shame our weak heart delves
How can we expect others to care?
When we are who is at fault here

But in the end, we are made whole
By a few who care about our soul
Just when we think no one is there
These few rise up to show they care

Those few who care about our soul
They love us still, mistakes and all
Not judging us, and in the end
We call those few, beloved friends