My Friend.

My friend and I are different
Our lives do not compare
I try to lead an upright life
And he just doesn't care
I'm allied with The Saviour
The devil is his mate
It's difficult to live with him
It leaves me in a state.

I try to cling on like a leech
Behaving like a son
Then my friend begins to sin
He's happy when he's won
Like a game of tug of war
We saunter back and fro
Help me Lord to shed my friend
I'd love to let him go.

12:5B."Because man goeth to his long home, and the mourners go about the streets."