The Difference a Pal Makes

Whenever I had the night mares or morose mournings
Where I stayed in bed - wearily warm
As I tried to forget my feet and heart - cold
When my past convinced me I am mere baggage

There he was, He
He whom I will not name
I suppose it would make him uncomfortable
But I know he is well aware of what he's done

For what he's done for me is so great, so monumental
That it is difficult to put into words
The late nights, the good advice
The honesty and sincerity

This is the difference a pal makes
He believed in me an so
I discovered my own self-belief
I wish his smile was mine to keep