Stand-by

"Honey, I need this",

"Sweetie, can you get me that?",

"Darling, could you please accompany me here?"

"Sugar, you are so wonderful"

Every minute, every second,

Honey this!

Darling, that!

Ooh, oh, so when do I get to be the 'friend',

I'm always standing in for someone,

I'm always a stand-by.

When the 'friend' hurts or betrays her,

That's when I become of some importance,

That's when I'm seen as a 'friend',

A 'friend' for a second.

Once the problem is solved,

Our friendship goes back as old,

And I go back to being the stand-by.

I'm always cleaning up another's mess,

Nursing the wounds inflicted by another.

I'm almost hurt

But thanks to God

For being the best friend I could ever have,

For giving me friends

To erase all this hurt,

Friends to treat me as 'friend'.

I'll always be a comforter

To a soul that needs comfort

No matter how I'm treated.

The Words Of An Obaahemaa