Rest your head,
On the friendly shoulder,
Close your red-rimmed eyes,
Still your frantic nerves,
Breath softly.
Rest your head,
On the living support,
Give up some of the pain,
That lurks in living.
Rest your head,
On the friendly shoulder,
And be thankful,
That it exists.
Rest your head,
And ignore the whistles,
The cries,
The jeers of the race.
Rest your head,
With welcoming warmth,
And put the marathon on hold.
On the friendly shoulder,
Close your red-rimmed eyes,
Still your frantic nerves,
Breath softly.
Rest your head,
On the living support,
Give up some of the pain,
That lurks in living.
Rest your head,
On the friendly shoulder,
And be thankful,
That it exists.
Rest your head,
And ignore the whistles,
The cries,
The jeers of the race.
Rest your head,
With welcoming warmth,
And put the marathon on hold.
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