Where'd I be in your dearth, finest friend mine?
The sphere is a sombre abode and you, you're the lantern in an overcast sky.
Hauled me out of the abyss of haunting melancholia and been by me through all quandaries,
Where'd I be in your dearth, finest friend mine?
A twine of solicitude connects you and me, embodying a bottomless relatedness,
The scarlet fluid does not decide it all, for there's no blood we share.
Where'd I be in your dearth, finest friend mine?
Perhaps yet down there in the abyss, or mayhap gone?