Because it's one of those days

Let me be a friend

I was put in a mood to write by listening to this song, and attempted an image song for a character I've been toying with in my mind. What came out was this, which doesn't really fit her but does stand, I think, on its own merits.

I'd like to add a bridge or two, or perhaps a few variant verses that don't follow the structure of what's already written. Whatever happens to it, though, these three verses will always be in there.

Let Me Be A Friend

There will come a morning
When we sound the drums of war,
The young will die, the old will cry,
And shots will ring once more.
Even knowing this, until
That fateful morning's due,
Let me be of service,
Let me be a friend for you.

There will come an evening
When the stars fall from the skies,
The ground corrodes, the world explodes
And everybody dies.
Even so, for now,
Until the final evening's through
Let me be of service,
Let me be a friend for you.

There will come a nighttime
When the universe grows old;
When light degrades, and all else fades
To stillness, black and cold.
In that endless night, until
The stars light up anew,
Let me be of service,
Let me be a friend for you.